"What a pity, those old geezers managed to escape again. Truly, good people don't last long, but scourges live for a thousand years..."
Flipping his hand to stow away the black jade porcelain bottle, Chen Tang's gaze shifted, sweeping across the vast yellow sands at the edge of the Northern Plains in the distance, his eyes gleaming coldly with a hint of dissatisfaction.
He was obviously referring to the likes of Sima Hengsha, Zhe Taixu, and the other eight old geezers.
They were quite capable of causing chaos, having fled from Yuanwu World to the City of Sin, and now again leaving the City of Sin. Chen Tang wondered where they could possibly hide when they re-enter the Secular Main Plane this time.
As for Lin Xiao and Elder Wei, along with the dozen or so strong men from the Lin Family behind them, Chen Tang didn't even bother to give them a second thought.
