Yang Fan quietly left this dilapidated small village. Li Jinlian didn't notice anything unusual or any problems, but to confirm Mufan's identity and disposition, Li Jinlian had to stay here for seven days as well.
Seven days is not a short time, but fortunately, what Li Jinlian lacks the least now is time.
Yang Fan, aboard the flying boat he had seized from Dan Chongliu, had already soared into the sky, beyond the range where Li Jinlian's Divine Sense could detect. Then, Yang Fan swiftly steered the flying boat towards the Canglan Sect.
At this moment, the Canglan Sect had reached its final hour, and Xiang Nantian, who had been buying time for the Canglan Sect, was completely exposed.
Right now, Xiang Nantian was staring angrily face-to-face with the Saint Heir of the Holy Temple, surrounded by over a hundred Divine Condensation Realm experts from the Holy Temple.
"Xiang Nantian, how audacious of you."
