At the same time, in a villa on the outskirts of Lan City.
The Murderer and his master, Elder Blood, were sitting cross-legged opposite each other in one of the rooms, and from their appearance, they seemed to be simultaneously engaging in self-healing.
After some time had passed, both master and disciple opened their eyes at the same time.
The Murderer exhaled a long, murky breath from his mouth, a hint of sinister harshness appearing on his face.
"Master, I owe you so much for taking action on your disciple's behalf. Otherwise today, your disciple might have fallen into that young man's hands."
"Hmph!"
Hearing the Murderer's words, Elder Blood couldn't help but let out a heavy snort.
"My disciple, how many times have I told you not to provoke those ancient Martial Cultivators carelessly? Now, with our identity as Evil Cultivators, we are extremely sensitive. Once targeted by someone deliberate again, I fear we may be in trouble."
