"What do you mean by that!" Feng Yuxiu almost couldn't believe his ears because Yang Fan's words clearly implied that the person who killed Dan Chongliu was someone from the Holy Temple.
"Don't talk nonsense, Mufan, can you be sure that the flying boat you saw looked like this?"
"A bit... a bit smaller than this..." Yang Fan secretly laughed in his heart, but still reluctantly said it out loud.
"Smaller? Are you sure it had the Holy Temple's emblem on it?"
"Yes, I saw it clearly."
"Alright, since you say so, then we have no choice but to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains." Feng Yuxiu pondered for a moment, then stepped over to the bedside, bowing towards the Heavenly Demon lying on the bed, and said:
"Lord Heavenly Demon, this disciple wishes to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains first."
