"Who the hell is that guy!"
After using a transfer spell, Peng Song's face was pale.
But more than that, he was more concerned about Chen Fan's identity.
From their earlier conversation, it was clear the other party didn't know their identities. Of course, just in case, they chose to kill and silence him to avoid exposing their tracks.
But reality is stark compared to ideals.
Not only did they fail to kill and silence him or hide their tracks, they also lost their comrades' lives. If others in the sect found out when they returned, they would surely be ridiculed.
"That masked man, I'll remember you!"
He gritted his teeth and said, "When I go back, next time, I'll take your life!"
"No need for next time, this time will do."
A voice suddenly sounded ahead.
The masked man blocked his way.
"You?"
Peng Song stopped abruptly, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
How is this possible?
