After Lin Yuan and his partner were killed, a few streaks of silhouettes descended on this area. They looked at each other, their brows furrowed.
"Let's go." In a flash, they disappeared.
In a tavern in Turtle Deity Island, a person sat quietly on the attic floor. Ling He was sipping his wine calmly. Out of nowhere, a person appeared behind him. He was the elderly man who killed Lin Yuan. He stood behind Ling He and telepathically said, "Dongxiao Continent, Wangshen Watchtower."
"Wangshen Watchtower." A tinge of surprise flashed in Ling He's eyes. A name surfaced in his mind. "Zong Chan?"
That could not be right. Zong Chan was rumored to have already broken through to the high-level Renhuang level. That man, however, was only a middle-level Renhuang. He should be another practitioner of Wangshen Watchtower. Indeed, it was exactly like what he had guessed—the man hailed from a very powerful faction of the Donghua Domain.
