"Jiang Chen isn't dead? They actually managed to escape from the assassination attempt by Tong Hai's four men. It seems that Sang Zhenye is more troublesome than I imagined!"
In a small town tavern around the Tiancong Mountain Range, Zhang Yubo narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold icy glint: "In that case, let's deal with them all together!"
"Do we not need Tong Hai to come?"
A shadowy figure beside Zhang Yubo spoke softly.
"No need, they're not aligned with us, and because of the matter with Tong Jiang, they've developed grudges. If we bring them in this time, it's uncertain who they'll assist. But rest assured, once we've devoured the Yin Yang Dao Seeds of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Ling, then it's their turn! We've raised them long enough, they're fattened and ready for the knife!"
