Xue Fanxin brought Zhou Xiaotong and fled into the depths of the Yungu Mountain Range on Little Meow. At the moment, no one knew about them. After all, the only person who knew was already dead.
At this moment, Yan Jinfeng and the others were being brought by the other two men to the powerful barrier of the Flowing Cloud Sect, in an incomparably dark stone hall.
In front of the center of the stone hall, a dense black fog slowly floated.
"Elder, where is this?" Yan Jinfeng could sense how terrifying this stone hall was. A chill ran from the bottom of her feet to her head, making her entire body tremble. Because she was too afraid, she could not help but ask.
