Yang Fan left, heading in the direction he had asked about earlier. Ding Wufeng watched Yang Fan's departing figure, smiled and shook his head, then turned and walked away swiftly, his speed far exceeding Yang Fan's, by more than ten times.
Ding Wufeng returned to his Sword Sect's ship and quickly ordered people to contact old acquaintances from the Bodhi Sect and Pan Yun Mountain.
Because of Ding Wufeng's urgency, Hu Boqiu from the Bodhi Sect and Bai Yunfei from Pan Yun Mountain hurried over immediately upon receiving the news, and once they met, they asked directly without any small talk.
"Gentlemen, people from the Holy Temple are here, but Dan Chongliu did not come."
"Wufeng, what do you mean by this?" Hu Boqiu asked in confusion.
"Yeah, Old Ding, what exactly are you trying to say? Isn't that fellow Dan Chongliu over there?"
