Them?
The demeanor of the assassin Zhao Ran was indeed quite vivid, as if there were truly numerous eyes quietly spying from the blue stone mist.
Fu Qian also cooperated greatly for a moment, looking around in surprise.
Regrettably, even under radar-like scrutiny, he found nothing.
Compared to the last time he came, there really wasn't much change in this place.
Not only was the Blood Pool still there, but even the cold weapon that appeared was the same one.
"What does this mean?"
And the cold weapon was once again rejected, as Fu Qian directly tossed the long halberd aside, frowning at Zhao Ran.
Though he deeply mistrusted the other's words, he respected the exaggerated reaction somewhat, lowering his voice.
"People... many people, I just thought you were one of them..."
Unfortunately, Zhao Ran seemed overly absorbed, hardly daring to breathe, continuing his gibberish.
"Follow me."
