ONE LAST CHANCE
"He must have followed someone's orders," Wu Jinhai broke the silence while using a tree branch to play with the fire in front of him.
It was Yu Ming and Wu Jingguo who lit a small campfire in an area where the trees weren't too dense. Now, the two humans no longer needed to hold a torch, and they could sit around the campfire while discussing several important matters at the moment.
"So, you know that Song Tingfeng was the one who fought with me just now?" Sitting across from the red-robed man, Yu Ming questioned the man while continuing to stare at the man.
"I know it's Song Tingfeng," the red-robed man answered. "Moreover, you're not the only one familiar with the techniques he uses, Yu Ming. From far away, I could see his sword technique, and I could easily tell that it was indeed that bastard."