On the other side.
Ye Fengtian was sitting cross-legged, cultivating, but his mind was extremely unsettled. Although the Xuansha Sect Hierarch treated him with high regard today and even promised to help him find his master, he always felt something was amiss.
The eyes!
Yes, it was his eyes!
Suddenly, Ye Fengtian's heart skipped a beat. He recalled the conversation with the Xuansha Sect Hierarch. The other party's gaze was hesitant; although he appeared kind and amiable, his eyes were very, very cold.
"Brother Ye."
Suddenly!
A figure burst in; it was Wan Hongling. She seized an opportunity while the guards were negligent, sneaked out of her chamber, and came directly to Ye Fengtian's abode.
"Brother Ye, you have to leave quickly. My father wants to harm you."
Wan Hongling had no time to explain to Ye Fengtian. Her small face was anxious, urging him out of deep fear that he would be harmed.
"Does he know my master?" Ye Fengtian said with a solemn expression.
