With a furious shout, a figure burst out following the voice.
His figure was extremely fast, riding the wind, and the air beneath his feet seemed to be carrying him forward, moving swiftly as he stepped, quickly coming to the side of Tao Yuyu.
"Master!"
Tao Yuyu's expression turned grim, as the pain in his hand caused his face to twist slightly. He struggled to raise his head, his face slick with sweat, unable to clearly discern the emotions within him.
The visitor before him was none other than Tao Yuyu's master, Pan Su.
At his insistence, combined with the shortage of personnel within the sect, Liu Qinghan finally agreed to his request for a manhunt, but there were additional figures beside him.
Tao Yuyu stared at Pan Su. Despite his hand still being in excruciating pain, his fear upon seeing Pan Su overshadowed it.
