Wang Ba followed the voice and was instantly taken aback.
The person who had come was rather plain-looking, but had a flowing beard, resembling an immortal.
It was the steward of the Chengxian Society, Yu Changchun!
No, to be precise, it should be the cultivator of Tianmen Cult, Yu Changchun.
"Brother Wang, I spent the whole night looking for you, and finally, I found you!"
"Hahaha, surprised? I too am a cultivator of the holy cult!"
Seeing Wang Ba staring at him in shock, Yu Changchun burst into a hearty laugh, greeting the black-faced cultivator:
"Junior Brother Ran, may I take this man away?"
"Ah, so it's Senior Brother Yu of the Puppet Dao! You and the Blood Bone Dao have made great contributions this time! I'm truly envious!"
The black-faced cultivator was belligerent in front of the disciples of the East Saint Sect, but his attitude was very friendly toward Yu Changchun, a disciple of the Puppet Dao.