"Alright." Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan exclaimed excitedly.
Luo Qingchen, accompanied by Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan, set up various traps within the headquarters of the Demon Flame Sect.
They also used Chaotic Power to construct a Concealment Formation, hiding their presence.
"Luo Qingchen, are we just waiting here?" Bai Ling'er asked.
"Yes." Luo Qingchen nodded, "We'll wait here to catch the Left Envoy on the hook."
The four quietly waited.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was night.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and a shadowy figure appeared in the black mist.
"They're here!" Luo Qingchen's heart stirred.
He saw that the shadowy figure was indeed the Left Envoy of the Demon Flame Sect.
The Left Envoy wore a black robe, with a menacing face, and eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Lu Ming, come out here!" the Left Envoy shouted loudly.
"Lord Left Envoy, what business do you have with me?" Lu Ming's voice came from within the great hall.
