Lan Yuhe was a complete stranger to Fang Yu.
But Lan Yuhe's strength was beyond question!
So whatever Lan Yuhe was chasing after definitely wasn't anything ordinary.
If he could analyze something from all this, find something Lan Yuhe might have left behind, or some kind of clue, it might count as a stroke of fortune to him, a chance encounter, something that could greatly boost his own power...
"Another demon? Daoist Qing Yan, leave this one to me!"
While Fang Yu was mulling things over, Dongfang Aotian, seemingly emboldened by his new standing in the team, vaulted off his horse, laughing in midair as he spoke.
His feet hit the ground and Dongfang Aotian was about to charge in.
The muscles in his legs were already bulging, his Qi Sea already flowing, but in the very next instant...
Pa!
A bone hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.
What?
Dongfang Aotian froze, turned his head, and all he saw was Fang Yu's profile—Fang Yu didn't even spare him a direct look.
