Everyone turned toward the sound.
A tall figure was reflected on the path.
He stepped forward slowly.
Slap, slap.
His footsteps were rhythmic, neither hurried nor slow, neither humble nor arrogant.
As he passed under the streetlight, the light shone on his face.
Who could this be, if not Fang Yu?
With both hands in his pockets, he walked up to the crowd and stopped.
"Black Mountain Sect is really getting more and more presumptuous... Such a minor sect dares to disrespect even Bai Ze," Fang Yu remarked with evident interest.
Seeing that it was Fang Yu who had arrived,
Lu Qinghong did not dare to act rashly, bowing slightly and saying, "Master... Leave this matter to me, there's no need for you to take action personally."
The four demons from Black Mountain were startled. Even Lu Qinghong had to treat Fang Yu with such respect... Things seemed not as simple as they had thought.
Where did the problem lie?
They pondered, their brows deeply furrowed.
