Leng Guhan was not truly concerned about whether Zhu Fancheng lived or died.
Although he and Zhu Fancheng had been acquainted for several hundred years, their relationship had mostly served their respective interests, each taking what he needed.
Apart from some cultivation methods of the Three Great Families, Zhu Fancheng himself, as a formation master, was also of great help to him.
"Not exactly. He's in the Divine Beast Holy Land now. He'll probably need quite a few years there. There are profound formation seals there, and he himself can't bear to leave," Zhu Fanjiang said.
"The Divine Beast Holy Land really exists?" Leng Guhan asked in some surprise after hearing Zhu Fanjiang's words.
Leng Guhan did not know whether the Divine Beast Holy Land was real, but he had heard people mention it.
"It does. Huo Lian took us there," Zhu Fanjiang said.
They had not intended to hide from Leng Guhan the fact that his elder brother was in the Divine Beast Holy Land.
After all, a fabricated excuse would hardly fool an expert like Leng Guhan. They were better off telling the truth.
They still had to stay at the Sword Pavilion, so it would not do to create any rift with Leng Guhan.
At least, not before the Demon Hall's Thousand-Year Period.
"So it really exists. Where is it?" Leng Guhan asked curiously.
"Deep within Mist Mountain. But Huo Lian led us there at the time. If we were to go now, we probably couldn't find it. There were too many formations along the way, and the route was too complicated for us even to distinguish our directions. If my elder brother were here, he should be able to remember the way in," Zhu Fanjiang said.
They were not particularly proficient in formations and really had