At that moment, Ning Wangshu's gaze finally returned to the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect. He slowly said, "Now, it's your turn!"
At his words, the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect shuddered and abruptly came to his senses.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, all he could manage was a bitter smile. Accepting his fate, he closed his eyes and quietly awaited death...
Seeing this, Ning Wangshu didn't waste any more words. He casually pointed a finger, and a streak of Strange Light shot out, piercing the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect between the brows in an instant!
"Let's go."
Ning Wangshu spoke to Gong Shiyu and the others beside him without turning his head.
Gong Shiyu and the others glanced at the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect's corpse, then came back to themselves and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Senior Ning!"
As Ning Wangshu and his group were about to leave, the Wanbao Pavilion manager hesitated for a moment before finally stepping forward and calling out, "Senior... please wait!"
His tone was now incredibly respectful, with none of the arrogance he had shown before.
"Hmm?"
Ning Wangshu paused, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at him sidelong. "What is it? Do you still have something to say?"
Although Ning Wangshu's tone was fairly calm, the Wanbao Pavilion manager still felt an inexplicable pressure. A bead of cold sweat involuntarily formed on his forehead.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and respectfully said, "Senior, earlier... you used Voice Transmission to tell me that you'd met one of the Young Pavilion Masters of Wanbao Pavilion a few times."
"May I ask which Young Pavilion Master you meant? Would you be willing to tell me his name?"
At this, Gong Shiyu