The mountain wind whistled as the sunlight poured down.
Black Wind stood by Zhao Wuhuan's side, and after hearing his words, sighed helplessly, "Sir, we might have no choice but to meet Qin An this time."
Their journey here was meant for a covert investigation, and without necessity, they would never reveal themselves.
However, a letter from the provincial capital led them to this place.
For others, it might not be the same, but Zhao Wuhuan is different.
Black Wind knew well that the provincial capital and Zhao Wuhuan were brothers-in-arms, with deep ties.
With a snap, Zhao Wuhuan closed his folding fan and said indifferently, "Why should we reveal ourselves?"
Black Wind frowned, "Why not reveal ourselves?"
He was utterly perplexed.
If one wants to eradicate the demons, they must act personally.
Can they possibly blow a breath here and expect the demons to vanish into thin air?
