Chapter 1115: The Old Drunkard's Interest Is Not in the Wine

Niuniu had not expected it, and she stumbled into Wuxin's arms, "What are you doing? You madman."

She scolded, trying to poke her head out, "Baor, remember, you must never lose this token..."

Her words were left unfinished, buried by the howling wind that rushed past.

As that figure disappeared, the horsemen who had come howling also released him, howling as they went. They quickly withdrew from their sight, and after a moment, they turned into a tiny black dot on the horizon, growing smaller and smaller...

Fan Ying and Fan Baor silently watched the figure vanish, and only after a while did they come back to their senses, lowering their heads to look at the token on the ground, and silently picking it up.

The token was all black, with various flowers, grasses, birds, and beasts carved around it, and the words "Shenlong Valley" were written on it in a triangular shape, while a large "Order" character was in the center of the token.