Within the Blue Lightning Sea Sky Ship, Zhao Feng, Loulan Zhishui, and company were locked inside a small hall.
Loulan Zhishui’s face was pale-white, and the sailors were all panicking. They didn’t know what awaited them.
Unexpectedly, none of the experts from the two-star sect came to question them.
“We’re not spies from any other sect! Please let us out!”
A couple sailors screamed.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll kill whoever says another word.”
The black-skinned elder’s cold voice sounded. His cultivation had reached the late-stage Great Origin Core Realm, so he was much stronger than the shirt-wearing Sovereign or Lord Hu Suo.
Within the small hall, the sailors became dead-silent.
“It seems like the two-star sect doesn’t care about our identities.”
Zhao Feng’s eyebrows furrowed. The sect didn’t kill them, but the sect didn’t care about their identities either, so what did they have in mind?
“There’s another possibility….”
