"Xing An!" Pangong Tso shivered and forced out a smile. "Old Brother Xing An, long time no see. We are all old friends, and the last time you asked me about Qin Mu's location, I even drew a painting for you. It was quite good, right? With our friendship, I believe you don't have any ill intentions toward me, right?"
Xing An sat down on his chest and sneered. "Qin Mu! Qin Mu again!"
He clenched his teeth, and murderous intent swept through the ruins, scaring the strange beasts into cowering on the ground.
Pangong Tso's heart fluttered violently, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Xing An also suffered in his hands?"
"Suffered?" Xing An laughed. "How would I suffer at his hands? He has too many elders in his family. I miscalculated, and it resulted in an encirclement. I had no choice but to retreat and avoid the cutting edge."