Gathering his thoughts, Qin Feiyang took out the Image Crystal Stone and sent a message to Fatty.
However, after waiting for a while, he received no response.
What's going on?
Qin Feiyang furrowed his brows.
The White-Eyed Wolf was a tracking expert, and Fatty's attention to detail was exquisite. They should have tracked him down by now. Could something unexpected have happened? It shouldn't be the case. With unmatched combat strength and two ribs on hand, even if the White-Eyed Wolf was pursued by a War Ancestor, it would likely escape unscathed, let alone against the masked man and Lu Tingting.
PHEW!
Qin Feiyang let out a long sigh, his figure flickered, and he entered the ancient castle.
Wei Zhongyang lay on the ground, barely breathing. His body was bloodied and mangled, looking neither human nor ghostlike.
As soon as he saw Qin Feiyang enter, he struggled to kneel at Qin Feiyang's feet and pleaded, "I was wrong, please spare me. I will serve you for the rest of my life."
