He slowly raised his head, his face bizarre, a seemingly tearful mask gazing upon Zhuang Yi.
"Elder… save me…"
Zhuang Yi's face instantly hardened.
A similar black flame was slowly rising from Wang Tang's body…
…
Wang Ba, who had just left the Linglong Ghost Market, couldn't help but glance towards a certain location in the north.
That direction was where Zhao Feng was consolidating his realm after his retreat.
It was very close to Canglan City and not too far from the boundaries of Zhenling Palace.
The area didn't have many formidable figures, even Foundation Establishment cultivators were quite rare.
Zhao Feng's choice of location was indeed wise.
Thinking about the soon-to-be allied Zhao Feng was strengthening his resolve, Wang Ba became more eager.
However, what made him even happier was undoubtedly the rewards from this trip.
"Shang Li surely kept his promise. The Jidu Ganoderma and Gold Feather Grass are now mine!"