"What's your expression?" Mu Qingli turned his head and happened to see the regret in Xi Qian's eyes.

"...Nothing." Xi Qian shook her head with knowledge of the current affairs.

"snort!"

After that, the original two people traveled together and became four people.

Feng Jinxiu was forgotten by them from time to time.

The three of them often attack when they disagree and often fight in a mess.

And a very far away from the Western Regions.

The headquarters of the Demon Flame Sect.

Rong Liu and his people were waiting at the gate of the forbidden area, waiting for Jun Qingtian to come out of seclusion.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for more than three hours, I only received a message.

The coldness flashed in Rong Liu's eyes, and he turned to look at the standing people: "Lord cannot leave the seclusion, let's go first."

"Sect Master, Lord's wound..."

"This is not something we can control." Rong Liu raised his hand to stop his subordinate from speaking.

The Lord came back from the Realm of Nothingness and was injured and never healed.

"Yes!" The man bowed respectfully.

It was not until he walked away that someone spoke again: "Sect Master, where is Ming Xiqian... what should I do?"

"Is there her whereabouts?" Hearing Xi Qian's name, a murderous intent flashed across Rong Liu's face.

"I have it, a smile comes. She appeared in the Western Regions half a month ago."

"Send someone here and you must kill her, no matter how much the price you pay!"

"...Sect Master." The man looked at Rong Liu hesitantly.

"explain!"

"There are three people around her who can't figure it out, one of them... is the drought and the other is the ghost cultivator."

"Bang!" Rong Liu slapped angrily and slapped the rockery beside him into powder.
Chapter completed!