Zhang Fan glanced over, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and the pressure that felt like the collapse of heaven and earth immediately dissipated.
A man and a woman lay limp on the ground, their clothes soaked with sweat. They were like mud, unable to muster any strength, and their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Zhang Fan.
"Why are you here too?" Zhang Fan asked casually.
"This place... shows traces of cultivators' magical combat, so naturally, it's taken over by our Daoist Alliance." Sui Chunsheng looked at the man and woman and sighed in relief.
"Recently, we're short-staffed, they're seconded from Lao Mountain, let me introduce—"
"No need." Zhang Fan shook his head, having no interest in getting to know these two newcomers.
"Old Sui, we're old acquaintances, let's not beat around the bush. What's going on here?" Zhang Fan asked.
