These days he had been worried sick, not knowing what was going on inside, wondering how his master was doing.
Lin Changhong: "..."
How brazen could one be to dare to come and ask about Lu Tianfeng's situation?
"Who knows where he is, maybe he's still stuck at some checkpoint and can't get out." He shrugged, speaking with little concern.
"You—"
Hearing Lin Changhong's words, Zhe Feng felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, almost furious to death.
Who talks like that? To curse his master so blatantly!
If anything happened to his master, he would surely not let Lin Changhong off, and make everyone pay for it with their lives alongside his master!
"Do you believe I could kill you? Quick, tell me, my young master... ah!"
Before he could finish, a palm struck him from the front, sending him flying, crashing directly towards the stone stele inscribed with the words "Bitter Thoughts Pavilion."
Then with a "bang," he hit the ground.
"Hiss!"
