"You are?" Jian Wushuang stopped in his tracks and gave a look of surprise at the purple-robed figure.
At once, several purple-robed figures appeared in the void.
Amidst the purple-robed figures was a Purple Cloud Condor in the middle and a man sitting on it.
"Third Brother." Wang Yuan looked over at Jian Wushuang.
"Eldest Brother," Jian Wushuang could not help but smile as he realized who the purple-robed person was.
Donning a purple robe, it was certain that he was one of Wang Yuan's people.
As soon as Wang Yuan got news that a number of killers from Blood Feather Tower had gone to the Easternmost Plain, he hurriedly came over, arriving just in time.
"I'm not late, am I?" Wang Yuan said with a smile.
"No, right on time." Jian Wushuang grinned and instantly stopped his Soul-taking Secret Skill.
The Soul-taking Secret Skill would be of too much harm to Jian Wushuang's body. The longer he used it, the weaker he would get.
