Rong Yanchen immediately stepped out of the cave once again, and the moment his figure disappeared outside, another shadow silently emerged from the darkness of the forest.
The man knelt down on one knee respectfully in front of him, lowering his head deeply before speaking in a cautious voice.
"Master, we have already dealt with that lion-beast man. Don't worry. He is as good as dead now."
The cold wind blew across Rong Yanchen's black robe as a slow smile finally appeared on his handsome face. His dark eyes carried a cruel satisfaction that made people shiver instinctively.
"Good."
His voice was low and calm, but there was terrifying coldness hidden inside it.
"Now the remaining three need to be dealt with too," he continued indifferently.
In fact, he had already made arrangements for them, but if they still got the energy to come and chase after her, then he would have to deal with them again.
