In green ghost desert, the sky was always covered with dark clouds and there was barely any sunlight.
A small group of soul beasts were moving in the desert.
Different from the rest, there were three Gu Immortals in this soul beast group.
Two were captives and one was the master of these soul beasts.
"Hehehe, you two lads from Fang clan, have you thought it through?" The Gu Immortal in charge was dressed in a grey robe. He had a sharp nose, thin eyes, and had a goatee. He was sitting on the back of a bull shaped ancient soul beast and was looking at the two Gu Immortal captives beside him with a dark and pleased expression.
Fang Leng and Fang Yun had rank six cultivation, they looked clean and tidy, but in fact, their souls were completely bound by dark grey soul chains and could not even budge.
Fang Leng, who was slightly older, had a square face. He kept quiet and did not reply.
