"Are you saying the person who came is Luo Feng from Linglong Hall?"
In the tavern hall, Baili Xi's eyes were bloodshot, his eyebrows slightly twitching, his expression nearly menacing.
"Yes... yes. He admitted it himself."
The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect in the center of the hall swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodding repeatedly.
"Good, very good! I've been sending people everywhere to find him, and didn't expect him to deliver himself."
Baili Xi's lips twitched slightly, then he suddenly laughed.
He has grown this big and never been at a disadvantage at anyone's hands. Last time, because of Luo Feng, he lost his right hand, this matter was etched in his memory, dreaming of revenge.
With a sneer, Baili Xi looked at the disciple of the Blood Demon Sect in the hall, asking, "Is he alone? Is Ling Qingwu from Linglong Hall with him?"
"No, only Luo Feng."
"Humph, fine then, capture him first and interrogate him slowly. He should know Ling Qingwu's whereabouts."
