1858: Can't be friends in 1858

Can't be friends in 1858

"Ming cangye was seriously injured, and it just so happened that the great Grandmaster of heavenly Yin went to the thousand Ridge at this time. He relied on the possession technique to save his life. Ming yewu's injuries are no less severe than his, but she might not be as lucky as him." Huangfu qingjue said.0

"Forget it. It's Feng Yan Union's business anyway. We don't have to meddle in other people's business." Ling Chuxi said.

Guessing that Ming yewu might have already lost her life in the thousand layer Ridge, Ling Chuxi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She also felt a little regretful. She did not have much hatred for Ming yewu. In fact, she still owed the Feng Yan Union a lot of favors. Moreover, the enemy of an enemy was a friend. Since Ming yewu and Ming cangye had a grudge, they could barely be considered friends.

Of course, Ling Chuxi also knew that Ming yewu had to obtain the Cang Yuan partial will. If he did not die, the two of them might not be able to become friends in the end.

Very quickly, the steward had prepared the teleportation array and led Ling Chuxi and her group to the back hall. The array was activated and a strange light flashed. Ling Chuxi and the others disappeared.

After watching them leave, the steward hurried away and passed through a winding passage to a secret room.

"Vice President, I have an urgent matter to report." The manager stood at the door and bowed slightly as he spoke respectfully.

"Come in." A middle-aged man with a thin face looked at the steward who pushed the door open and said coldly,"Didn't I tell you not to come in unless it's urgent?"

"Vice Guild Master, the sect master of the Golden core sect, Ling Chuxi, came by just now. She borrowed our teleportation array to go to Nan Xia country." The manager said.

"What does that have to do with us?" The Vice President asked.

"She knows the president and Jin buhuan, and she asked me about their whereabouts." The manager replied.

"Oh? What did you say?" The vice president's fingers gently clasped the arm of the chair as he asked in a low voice.

"This subordinate's status is low, so I don't know anything about the president and Deacon Jin." The manager said.

"Well done." The Vice President said indifferently.

"I'm worried that they'll mess up the important matter. " The manager said carefully.

"You don't need to worry about these things." The vice president's eyes were as cold as ice as he said,"just pretend that you don't know anything. If they need to find out any information, just do it the same way as before."

"Yes, your subordinate will take his leave." The steward felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar under his gaze, and a chill ran down his back.

"Is there any news of Jin buhuan?" The Vice President hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Your subordinate has found out that he seems to have gone to Shang Yuan country, but I can't be sure." The manager said hesitantly.

"Last month, it was in Dong Xing country. The month before last, it was in Feng Ze country. This time, it's in Shang Yuan country. Interesting, interesting." The Vice President said it was interesting, but there was no smile on his face.

"I'm incompetent, I'm incompetent. " The manager was sweating profusely as he spoke in fear.

"Go down. If he was so easy to find, he wouldn't be Jin buhuan." The Vice President waved his hand and said.

The manager respectfully retreated out of the secret room. The Vice President closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and a divine light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and left the secret room, then disappeared.

Just as Ling Chuxi and her group left the sect's Saint realm, Ling Gusong also left the Cang lang sect with his disciple.

"Master, are we really going to leave like this?" Mu Weibei looked back at the ancient sect and said reluctantly. The vast waves sect was one of the five great sects. How could he bear to part with it?

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