Leaving the Temple, gazing at the bustling Ancient Sky City, Ning Fan felt lost, yearning intensely for Xu Ruolan in Zhonghai.
Ning Fan had a real impulse to storm into the City Lord's Mansion, but recalling the fruitless return of the old man, he calmed down.
"Old man, are you in the city or not?"
Just as Ning Fan sighed, Wick appeared out of nowhere, "Young Master Ning, you're here."
"Tielei, was this your arrangement too!"
Ning Fan let out a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, confident that he was being followed.
Moreover, the person tailing him had extraordinarily high stealth skills, even he couldn't detect them.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence, Ning Fan had just left the Temple, and Wick arrived here shortly after.
"Tielei, I'll show you what it means to try to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice."
Though he didn't know Tielei's scheme, it surely related to power struggles,
