Seeing the intact clothes, she finally felt relieved. She sat up against the bed and noticed the man she worried about last night, sitting in the chair.
Ling Zhenfei sat there on the chair in a meditative pose, motionless, clearly still in cultivation.
She had a lot of questions in her heart. First, who exactly is this person, why did he appear in Tangcheng, why did he want to kill Feng Zilong, where was he taking her today, what did he want her to do.
But after thinking it over, she couldn't figure anything out, so she decided not to dwell on it anymore. If it's fate, there's no avoiding it.
At this moment, Ling Zhenfei moved slightly, gently adjusting his posture and then took out his phone as it began to ring.
Ling Zhenfei immediately answered the phone.
"Hello, Ling Zhenfei, have you arrived in Tangcheng now?"
Ling Zhenfei knew it was the people who kidnapped Xiao Yun; he had come to Tangcheng because of them.
