"Are you men under the Evil-Faced Flying Eagle? The ones who once attacked disciples of Golden Cloud Valley?"
Lan Chang'an ignored the two men's threats, piloted the Flying Boat, and flew up to the simple formation.
The simple formation only had the effect of concealing sight and fluctuations of magical power; it could not fool a cultivator's deliberate probing.
"Brat! You know who we are, and you still dare stick your nose into other people's business?"
The tall masked man at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer swept his fierce, cold eyes over Lan Chang'an, and then behind him.
Like the Evil-Faced Flying Eagle, they wore White Bone Masks every time they committed a crime, which had an intimidating effect. It was perfectly normal for Lan Chang'an to recognize their identities.
Seeing that the two did not deny it, Lan Chang'an confirmed that Lin Yi's death could not be separated from them.
In the past few years, Golden Cloud Valley disciples had been ambushed and attacked only that once. Zhang Tieshan had once said the killers had thrown in their lot with the Evil-Faced Flying Eagle.
"Hand over the Flying Boat! We'll take it as an apology and won't quibble over your recklessness!"
The fat masked man gave a chuckling laugh, looking as if he were being amiable.
"The Flying Boat is right here. If you've got the ability, come take it."
Lan Chang'an sneered and dropped into the concealing formation.
Since the other side demanded the Flying Boat, they had never intended to let him leave alive.
Without the Flying Boat's speed, an ordinary Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivator, running into two vicious Qi Refining Late-Stage thugs—wouldn't he be theirs to knead however they liked?
"Take him down!"
The two masked men acted decisively. The moment Lan Chang'an entered the