Jiang Fan was in utter shock.
It turned out that Venerate Xinnie had brought him along to deliver his last words.
So that all his lifelong teachings would not be left without an heir.
For a moment, Jiang Fan didn't know whether he should draw his sword against him.
He clutched the storage ring, his heart filled with complexity: "Master, must those who cultivate Void Flow Thunder Force meet their demise?"
"Why do you insist on risking your life just to find him?"
A trace of warmth flickered in Venerate Xinnie's eyes.
Jiang Fan was the first disciple to care about him.
He patted Jiang Fan's shoulder: "I accept your good intentions."
"However, this is an order from the Young Emperor; I only have less than five days left."
"If I can't kill him, the Young Emperor will kill me."
"In this world, one is often helpless!"
"Alright, just follow my instructions for everything."
Venerate Xinnie raised the Wish Paper, his expression quickly turning cold and sinister:
