"Greetings, Senior Brother."
"Mm."
He waved a hand, signaling the disciples guarding the gate to withdraw.
Wang Yu wore the robes of an Inner Disciple, his Purple Blood Disciple Token fastened neat and proper at the front of his waist, displaying his orthodox status.
Since he was back, he would first go to Cold Blood Peak and hand over the situation regarding the Slave Capture Mission. Although he was the only one left, the mission still had to be turned in.
Unfortunately, he could not get a generous reward.
What? They were all in my Storage Bag. That was the reward!
One fish could not be eaten twice. Next time, if there was a chance, he could work it again.
Just as he was about to head to Cold Blood Peak, Wang Yu suddenly slapped his forehead. He had been outside for too long and had nearly forgotten the intrigue and hidden daggers within the sect.
Draping himself in a black robe, Wang Yu first entered the territory of Five Yin Ward and used a Telepathic Talisman to contact Situ Hong. First, he would gather intelligence!
Before long.
Little Brother Situ, who was still at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, though his aura had become increasingly vigorous, came to attend the appointment. Before the man arrived, his voice came first.
"I say, Brother Wang, every time you disappear, it's for another five-plus years. This junior brother thought you were dead. Just where on earth did you—"
"Creak—"
As the door of the restaurant was pushed open, all sound came to an abrupt halt. Since he had come to gather intelligence, Wang Yu naturally had to place the progress of his cultivation on the table.
In this way, the other party would surely spare no effort.
"You..."
Situ Hong stared with