The dark night sky brings people a sense of loneliness. Only a few stars with a shimmering yellow glow still hang over it. But what they can't hide is the darkness behind them.

Wang Qian swept by in this pitch darkness at great speed, and his eyes did not have the arrogance of facing Leng Hankong and his party, but instead there was a trace of incomprehensible loneliness.

Wang Qian kept flying straight forward without pausing, as if he had already made his goal clear. It was only after a quarter of an hour that he gradually slowed down.

Slowly falling down, and finally falling steadily to the ground, Wang Qian took a deep breath.

"I hope the sect master can open up to me...... The camp was destroyed, and this is not a joke......" Wang Qian smiled self-deprecatingly, "but I have found her whereabouts...... If the sect master believes what I say, then I can still make up for it. ”

He walked forward slowly, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step.

Wang Qian came to an ancient castle full of gloomy atmosphere, the whole castle was black, and the aura of slaughter seemed to burn the hearts of visitors all the time.

Wang Qian pushed open the door in front of him, and when the door opened, it revealed the appearance of a large hall in it.

The interior of the hall is even more eerie than the outside, with the strange frescoes hanging on the walls, the lights on the ceiling that flicker with an eerie light, and the blood-red tiles covering the floor, all show the chill of the place.

What's even more alarming is the white seat at the end of the main hall, which doesn't seem to be abnormal at first glance, but when you look closely again, you will find that the white seat is actually made up of bones, and the seat of such a material is not known how much red blood is stained.

Wang Qian seemed to be oblivious to everything strange around him, he walked straight forward, until he reached a place not far from the seat before stopping his steps: "Sect Master...... I'm sorry. I put the camp ......."

In the dim light, the air began to twist slightly, and a figure appeared on the seat out of thin air, his purple eyes were cold and suffocating, and he held back the rest of Wang Yuan's words.

Seeing this person, Wang Yan didn't dare to take a breath, just stood in place speechlessly, thinking about how to put forward the news he brought back this time.

"Say it again. The new man said. His voice was cold, and he seemed to be unfazed by this matter, but Wang Yuan, who knew him well, knew that his anger was about to be irreparable.

"Our camp was destroyed by those from the Six Xuan Sect...... Blame me for this, I am too light on the enemy......" Wang Qian muttered, "Sect Master, you can punish me with whatever you want......

As he spoke, with a "plop", Wang Yuan knelt down, seemingly asking for forgiveness from the person in front of him. Although there are some hypocritical meanings in it, after all, for Wang Yuan, this is just an established need,

"Do you want me to believe you?" the man jumped up from his seat and came to Wang Qian in just one breath, "It seems that you really don't have a long memory." ”

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I'm not in a good state today, so I can only do more, and I'll make up for the rest of this chapter tomorrow. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have procrastination again, it's deadly.

It's too hard for me