Chen Nan transformed into a bolt of lightning, traversing dozens of miles in an instant, then dived straight into the foot of a mountain.
Wu Yiming, caught in his grasp, was nearly scared senseless, and was still screaming nonstop.
"Scream again, and I'll cut your tongue out!"
Chen Nan shouted harshly, causing Wu Yiming to immediately shut his mouth and behave obediently.
Even if he were more ruthless, he could see that Chen Nan and Song Ya were no good people.
"What do you want? I'm the son of the City Lord. As long as you let me go, anything can be arranged!"
Chen Nan sneered coldly, genuinely tempted to make some demands.
But since this was still the territory of Luoxian City, doing such a thing would give the City Lord, Wu Jue Zhenren, a hundred ways to kill him.
So he extinguished the thought.
Song Ya no longer felt nervous, and looked at Wu Yiming with a gaze full of hatred.
"Where is my mother?"
