"Brother Cangsong, if Wang Busheng truly loses his temper, I'm afraid your disciple won't last much longer. When the time comes, should I send my men to intervene and forcibly take Zhou Fan to the old site of the Longevity Sect?"
Sword Nameless watched the image on the screen, where Zhou Fan was gradually being pushed into a corner, and couldn't help but say to Cangsong Daoist.
"There is no need. Before this fine disciple of mine arrived, I already performed a divination for him. A benefactor will come to his aid. A mere Wang Busheng is not enough to threaten him!"
Cangsong shook his head. At some point, he had begun toying with a copper coin in his left hand. If Zhou Fan were here to see the coin in Cangsong's hand, he would undoubtedly be shocked.
