Cao Feng looked at Chu Fan, his voice laced with concern. "Fan, aren't you coming with us?"
But Chu Fan shook his head and said calmly, "Master Cao, you go on ahead. I must stay behind."
"Why?!" Li Qingxue couldn't help but exclaim, her usually cool eyes filled with worry.
She knew Chu Fan was the Ghost-faced Man, and she knew he had been wreaking havoc on the Moon Worship Sect for some time now.
But at this point, getting further entangled with the Moon Worship Sect was far too risky, and there was nothing to be gained from it.
Chu Fan smiled, a calm confidence in his expression that belied his age. "I have to wait here for the Demon Suppression Bureau."
"When they arrive, someone needs to be here to meet them and tell them what's happened."
