"Aaaah!"
Master Fan lost control of his emotions and cried out heart-wrenchingly, "Who destroyed them? Who destroyed them?!"
His roar nearly scared the Imperial Advisor into jumping off the city wall.
"Looks like he really is Fan Yezi."
Jun Changxiao was so certain because he had seen him cough up blood repeatedly at the sight of the weapons he had forged being ruined. The sorrow and pain in his eyes, movements, and expression were not something an impostor could fake.
Whoosh!
His figure vanished and reappeared atop the city wall.
"..."
The Imperial Advisor was completely dumbfounded!
To use Master Fan as leverage against this guy, he had long since arranged all kinds of defensive Formations around the area. How had he gotten in so easily?!
Jun Changxiao waved his hand!
Smack!
The Imperial Advisor flew out of the frame, his face swollen and crooked.
Daring to use a hostage to threaten Jun Gousheng—he was already lucky not to have been erased by a single slap.
Jun Changxiao released his Spiritual Energy, removing the chains from his hands and feet, and said earnestly, "Master Fan, the moment I received the Drift Bottle, I came from thousands of miles away to rescue you!"
"Many thanks, hero!"
Fan Yezi cupped his fists, tears of gratitude welling in his eyes...
Yet when he saw the ruined weapons and equipment again, the tears flowed uncontrollably.
Jun Changxiao asked, "Master Fan, what did you mean in your distress letter when you said there was a Heavenly Great Plan related to the survival of the Nine Prefectures?"
Fan Yezi hurriedly wiped away his tears, his expression turning grave. "Several decades ago, a divine stone from the Upper Realm fell into East Sea Fishing Prefecture. Great Emperor Zhenwei obtained it and invited us to forge it..."
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