"That name... did it come from your chieftain?"
Shen Lang said coldly, "It seems this isn't a coincidence. It really is someone I know. Tell me everything, and I'll consider lending your Qingfeng Stronghold a hand."
Overjoyed, the messenger immediately stood up and said, "Our chieftain said it! When she sent me with the message, she said that little bastard Shen Lang has probably arrived, and if he has, to tell him to come help immediately. She said she's almost at her limit..."
"Son of a bitch!" Shen Lang shot to his feet in a rage. "It really is that crazy woman!"
Who else but that woman, Nalan Ziyun, would call him a "little bastard" every chance she got?
Before anyone could react, a black shadow flashed past. Shen Lang had already grabbed the fatty in the crowd by the collar and shot into the air!
"I'm going to Qingfeng Stronghold first! You all follow behind!"
Shen Lang's voice echoed through the canyon, but he had already vanished from the sky.
