"The owner behind the Black Market is indeed significant; finally, someone formidable has appeared."
Jiang Feng sneered.
With his voice.
The invisible oppressive power of heaven and earth seemed to become chaotic, as if the rules were broken, dissipating completely, transforming into a gentle spring breeze, passing by slowly.
"There is no deal that the Black Market can't accomplish in this world."
The old Daoist was secretly surprised, but spoke indifferently.
"I have two ledgers here, one with the names of the Dark Hall members, and the other with the Dark Hall's task plans. Are you sure you can handle them?"
Jiang Feng asked in return.
He felt the old Daoist's Perception Power constantly enveloping him, trying to probe his true strength and real appearance.
