'Any endless trouble is your Wei Family's business. What does it have to do with me?' Listening to the Wei Family Cultivator's words, Fang Qingyuan wanted nothing more than to slap him to death.
'A Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator... could my Humpback Skate team possibly stop him?'
'Didn't you see that even Wang Lu's group of over thirty people was no match for him? I'd like to live a few more years, thank you very much.'
So, Fang Qingyuan ignored the Wei Family Cultivator and steered Yin Bao to fly backward in retreat. Having witnessed its companion's gruesome death, Yin Bao's young mind was already traumatized. At Fang Qingyuan's signal, it used every last ounce of its strength to flee.
Seeing that Fang Qingyuan was ignoring him, the Wei Family liaison's face twisted. He summoned a Magic Sword, aimed it at Fang Qingyuan's neck from afar, and shouted sternly:
