"Why do you all gather here?"
A thousand masters had been gathered at this place, the noise of battle deafening, but with the arrival of Ning Fan, the scene suddenly fell silent enough to hear a pin drop.
Ning Fan carried the Emperor Butcher, advancing as if no one were around. The masters had previously surrounded Wuxx Yan's party tightly, but with Ning Fan's approach, his overwhelming presence swept across, prompting those ahead of him to instinctively fear him, and they gradually retreated. In no time, the large crowd parted to form a path for him to pass.
Ning Fan walked right into the center of the encirclement, put down the Emperor Butcher, and looked calmly at Wuxx Yan, awaiting his answer.
Wuxx Yan was quite eloquent, as within just a brief few breaths, he had informed Ning Fan of the occurrences here one by one.
"Brother Ning, I am in trouble this time, you must help me!"
Wuxx Yan pleaded softly.
