"Patriarch Sun, Elder Wang should have been here, right?" Leng Ruoxue turned the topic to Sun Sheng, whose face had turned black from anger, fearlessly and asked calmly.
"Leng Ruoxue, what exactly do you want to ask?" Sun Sheng gritted his teeth and said with widened eyes.
"Nothing. I have some ties with the Mystic Association. I heard that Vice President Wu Gong has disappeared, so I naturally have to care." Leng Ruoxue's words were reasonable. Sun Sheng could only hold back his anger.
