Leng Aozhou's words were like a clap of thunder, exploding in Ye Tianfan's ears. No matter what, he never expected that on the day Leng Xingfeng died, Leng Aozhou actually received the Nine Dragon Cup!
Ye Tianfan could not hide the shock on his face. He picked up the Nine Dragon Cup in front of him, feeling a chilling coldness emanating from it.
Leng Aozhou's face remained gloomy: "A storm is coming. That mysterious organization from thirty years ago has appeared again."
The appearance of this Nine Dragon Cup is indeed a matter of great importance. Ye Tianfan dared not take it lightly and placed the Nine Dragon Cup back into the wooden box with both hands.
"How was this Nine Dragon Cup delivered? Is there any clue that can be investigated?"
Ye Tianfan's expression was grave. This Nine Dragon Cup couldn't have appeared before Leng Aozhou out of thin air, could it? Whether it was by delivery or brought by someone, there must have been some traces left behind.
