Wei Wuji's heart was in his throat.
Jiang Fan was about to die.
The Bodhisattva was actually stepping up to support him?
He was anxious, whispering, "Venerate, you can't let Jiang Fan go."
"That person at the White Horse Temple is too far away, there's no way they can save him in time."
"Please act quickly!"
If he could have beaten Jiang Fan.
He would have already acted to take down Jiang Fan.
Venerate Xinnie's eyes flickered intensely.
Killing Jiang Fan was easy, but offending the Heavenly Listening Bodhisattva afterwards, would he still want to stay in Taicang State?
But not killing Jiang Fan, his suspicion was too great.
At this moment.
A thought came to Jiang Fan's mind: "Little Qilin, act."
At the edge of the market.
In a small alley.
Little Qilin was huddled inside a pile of dry firewood.
Receiving Jiang Fan's message in its mind, it immediately poked out its little head.
Opened its small mouth and spat out a Space Storage Device.
