Old Xin Lao San, Beset by Misfortune

The moment Yue Qianchou heard the news, he could not help cursing loudly, "Bastard! He got away." The dense flying swords covering his body and meant to intimidate others were also withdrawn. He quickly flew over to Wen Lanfeng's group. The situation was a little off; it was safer here.

Everyone's gaze focused on Bing Chengzi. Yin Baikang said in a deep voice, "Brother Bing, how do you explain this?"

"What do I need to explain?" Bing Chengzi turned his head and sneered. "You should think about how to explain the Seven Treasures Pill matter to us!"

Yin Baikang immediately lost his temper, his eyes fixed coldly on Yue Qianchou. The Seven Treasures Pills that had been sold had already claimed dozens of lives, yet no one had figured out what exactly had happened. However, Yin Baikang had already locked his greatest suspicion onto Yue Qianchou...

Pei Fang chuckled harshly. "Bing Chengzi, this is not the time to try changing the subject! If Yan Zhuixing had no guilty conscience, why would he run?"

Bing Chengzi gave Man Hu a look, and the latter swiftly arrived at his master's side. Master and disciple stood back-to-back before the crowd, carrying the air of men ready to smash their cauldrons and sink their boats for one final battle. Bing Chengzi calmly swept his gaze around and said, "Fatty Pei, stop fanning the flames here. Yan Zhuixing merely went out to handle something. Who said he ran?"

Upon hearing that Yan Zhuixing had already escaped the Treasure Gathering Basin, Bing Chengzi immediately relaxed. Beyond lay a vast primeval forest, and more than two hours had already passed. Capturing Yan Zhuixing again would likely not be easy. At the very least, the various factions could not organize another large-scale manhunt like the last one anytime