Hou San pursed his lips, pressing them together tightly, though they were still trembling.
He'd accumulated at least three thousand words to curse Ling Yan, but he lacked the courage. He could only utter this awkward expression, a silent accusation.
"No, Captain Ling, you see, you had San'er analyze so much, and the final conclusion is just pushing him into a pit of fire. The Xiahou family tried everything, even changing their faces, to get him out of the Giant Clam Continent, and you just send him back?"
"I trust Lang Hao. He can already communicate directly with the possessed Lang God. I don't think anything can stop him. What do you think, Lang Hao? Do you think there's a problem?"
"Brother Ling, I can contact Lang Da, I'm just receiving the information he's sending me."
Ling Yan stared at Hou San expressionlessly. Hou San turned his face away helplessly, replying with a tearful voice, "No problem, leave it to me. I'll go explore the Giant Clam Continent for you first."
