Another half month has passed.
On this day, another visitor arrived at Liu Manor.
"Brother Wei." Lin Yuan cupped his fists.
In front of him, Wei Junli looked travel-weary, with a faint scent of blood on him. It was clear he had killed many people to possess such a heavy aura.
Wei Junli waved his hand: "No need for such courtesy. Some time ago, I was chasing someone, but alas, they were about to enter the territory of the Crying Soul Sect, so I had to give up."
"How have you been lately, Junior Brother?"
"Everything's as usual. Since killing Yang Gaofeng, there have been far fewer devil cultivators active around here." Lin Yuan nodded.
