"Hmm..."
Fang Zheng stroked his chin, shrugged his shoulders, and transformed into a wisp of dark wind, sweeping away.
Not long after.
The three appeared within the boundaries of Black Mountain.
"Meng Po."
Fang Zheng spoke:
"Do you really plan to force your way in like this?"
Although Black Mountain doesn't have the grand array laid by the Yama Sect in Fengdu City, it has been meticulously managed by the Black Mountain Monster for hundreds of years.
To say it's heavily guarded is no exaggeration.
Especially the residences of several Ghost King Realm masters, there are certainly means to trap and kill strong adversaries of the same level.
Forcing an entry,
would be most unwise.
"Naturally not."
Meng Po spoke slowly:
"I have backup measures here, Taoist friend, please wait a moment."
"Hmm?"
"Here they come!"
Before her words finished, two figures leaped from not far away, kneeling in front of Meng Po.
"Han Er!"
"King Ghost!"
"Greetings, senior!"
