Pei Shao, standing opposite him, shuddered instinctively.
Another man knelt beside him—the steward who had been at Pei Shao's side.
After giving it some thought, the steward gritted his teeth and decided to reveal everything about Pei Shao's designs on Tang Ya and the other women.
Although he had tried his best to make Pei Shao's words sound less vulgar, Tang Lan's expression still darkened instantly upon hearing them.
"Liu Yuan, you ungrateful bastard! I never treated you poorly!"
"You're trying to get me killed! Liu Yuan, even as a ghost, I won't let—"
Before he could finish, Tang Lan suddenly raised a hand and lightly sliced through the space before him. A Spatial Rift immediately appeared.
The space within was pitch-black and filled with a terrifying pulling force.
Anyone swallowed by it would have no idea where they had gone, and would absolutely be unable to return to their original world.
Tang Lan directly grabbed Pei Shao and tossed him into the Spatial Rift.
Soon, the Spatial Rift repaired itself.
Everything around them remained unchanged. Yet Pei Shao, the eldest young master of the North Star Merchant Guild, had completely vanished from this world.
The steward watching from the side felt his heart pound in terror.
The end of that Spatial Rift seemed to lead to another world—beautiful, yet filled with deadly horror.
"Your name is Liu Yuan?"
Tang Lan glanced at the steward. To his surprise, Liu Yuan was actually a Level 82 Soul Douluo.
Although Level 82 was nothing to Tang Lan now, such experts were still exceedingly rare in the Soul World.
"Yes, sir! Tang Sect Master, please give your orders!"
Hearing Tang Lan call him, Liu Yuan's body trembled. He hurriedly answered.
"Where are the other two vice presidents of your North Star Merchant Guild?"