The Tragic Divine Herbs Sect’s Skilled Master I

"Well…" Feng Ru Qing smiled faintly. "Initially, I hadn't thought of going to the Divine Herbs Sect. But since you've taken Qin Fei'er away, then I'll go there myself, and as for now..."

The young man panicked, but he tried not to show it on his face. He gritted his teeth hard. "Now, what do you want to do?"

"You let Qin Fei'er go, so you have to stay."

Buzz!

The huge pot was so excited that the young man could feel the pot salivating, wanting to rush down and swallow him.

"I... I'm from the Divine Herbs Sect..." The young man panicked and took a few steps back.

Before he could even find a chance to escape, Wu Yu was already behind him, making it impossible for him to leave.

The crowds were also startled. Feng Ruqing's possessed man was Advanced Holy Warrior, but the Divine Herbs Sect was able to remain in the mainland for so many years, it showed that their people must be strong too.