Chapter 913: Luo Clan
Wang Wuji did not dare make the slightest unusual move.
He stood like a statue.
The moment he heard that ethereal voice, carrying a few traces of hoarseness, he understood that aside from answering questions, there was nothing else he could do.
The words of a Saint came from the void.
Like the wind, and like the whisper of death.
At this moment, he no longer doubted that this youth could kill Night Wanderer.
Wang Wuji said solemnly, "The Three Rivers Water of the Western Extremity is where the Gandharva Clan resides."
Yang Wu was thrilled and excited.
He had arrived late, yet not too late.
At the very least, he could still hear news of his family.
If they had been selecting and grooming heaven-chosen Dao heirs, then his younger sister had to still be alive.
Compared to his own three eyes, which had awakened after death, his sister had been born with three eyes. She was surely a one-in-ten-thousand genius and would certainly have been well nurtured and treated.
If his sister was living badly in the Gandharva Clan, he would take her back. For that, he would gamble his life without the slightest hesitation.
Tu Shan Jun rarely encountered cultivators who understood the times so well.
Yet no matter how tactful he was, in Tu Shan Jun's eyes, he was already a dead man.
Kidnapping, assassination, trafficking people—every single crime was enough for him to die several times over.
The only reason he had not died until today was that he had never met anyone who would take his life.
"Senior..."
"I don't trust you."
Wang Wuji's eyes suddenly widened.
But before he could make any move, his body had already turned to flying ash and scattered across the long bench behind him.