"Lin Fan!"
"Lin Fan!"
Dongmen Buju was like a madman, his hair disheveled, face distorted and twisted, shouting at the sky as if there was no one else around.
His sole focus was now on Lin Fan, and he had to regain the dignity he lost from him.
So he no longer paid attention to Zhu Qilue, nor did he have any intention to kill him, he just kept howling at the sky like a yellow dog barking at the sun.
Zhu Qilue finally got a moment of peace, and his body gradually recovered. Although he still couldn't match Dongmen Buju in battle, he at least wasn't completely defenseless anymore.
"Young Master Zhu..."
He heard someone softly calling him from behind. When he turned around, he saw it was Mo Kun.
The latter looked worried, glancing around nervously.
"Young Master Zhu, do you know where Lin Fan and the Clan Leader have gone?"
"How would I know?" Zhu Qilue frowned, asking in confusion.
"I don't know how the Clan Leader is doing... Will something happen to him..."
