"Senior Wan Yang!"
True Monarch Lan Ling hastily bowed. "I didn't expect your esteemed presence at our Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. May I know the reason for your visit?"
True Monarch Wan Yang looked down at the two.
"I am here to find someone."
True Monarch Wan Yang's voice was cold and ruthless, piercing like icy blades, "Where is Yan Ruchen?"
Hearing Junior Brother Yan's name, True Monarch Lan Ling felt a sudden chill, a sense of foreboding flooding her heart.
For such a figure as True Monarch Wan Yang to personally seek Junior Brother Yan, and with such an ominous tone, it could not be anything good.
Countless possibilities flashed through her mind:
Did Junior Brother Yan offend the Heaven-Suppressing Sect?
Or was it due to some other reason?
No matter the cause, it did not bode well for Junior Brother Yan.
Lan Ling revolved her thoughts endlessly, pondering how she should respond.
