Once Lin Xiang finished speaking, Bing Kun immediately nodded his head with a face ashen, "Of course we must go, but it would be best if we could uncover Yan Yue's whereabouts beforehand; that way, there would be no Demon Sect pledge conference on the fourth of September."
"Does Yan Yue truly think he is the master of this world? Why must we 'dance' to his tune?"
When talking about Yan Yue, Bing Kun's face was filled with hatred.
Zhu Rong nodded beside him, but quickly diverted the topic, asking, "By the way, how did your talk with Nangong Limu go? Did he say anything?"
At Zhu Rong's question, Lin Xiang also looked at Bing Kun with concentration, as this matter was particularly significant.
He and Zhu Rong had been waiting here not just because of the Qiankun Tower, but more so due to the Demon Sect Leader Yan Yue and Nangong Limu's attitude.
As soon as Zhu Rong spoke, Bing Kun's face grew increasingly troubled. His hands hanging at his sides clenched gradually.
