Li Yan was not surprised after hearing this.
Although he hadn't joined, the Yellow Springs Organization had been around for a long time, and most living Yin messengers had been absorbed into it.
Thinking of this, he continued to ask, "What about the others?"
"Dead... they're all dead!"
Old Man Wu's emotions suddenly became agitated, his eyes somewhat wild as he occasionally glanced at the door, trembling as he said, "Someone is hunting us, it's the Mystic Sect, it's the Mystic Sect! They have torn up the agreement, and a great calamity cannot be avoided!"
As he spoke, his eyes were already bloodshot, and he pulled out the Netherworld Fire Pistol once more.
Bam!
Li Yan frowned slightly and knocked him unconscious right away.
This old man had clearly suffered significant mental trauma.
Of course, this matter posed no problem for him.
