Help Me Nail Down The Coffin Lid!

Wang Ling remembered it had been dusk when they had passed through the spatial wall into the mirror space created by the Ice Crystal Array. At that moment, it had completely turned to night.

When they had arrived at the flat top on Yuntai Pavilion, Wang Ling had sensed quite a number of auras released in battle, all except for Fang Xing's.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal waved his hands. "I've been with Brother Ling all this time. When Dharmaraja and Fatty Luo came together earlier, I had assumed Brother Fang Xing would be with them. But until now, I haven't sensed Brother Fang Xing anywhere."

"I met Toya on the road and before then I hadn't seen anyone," Cailian Zhenren said.

"What are you trying to say?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was a little suspicious.

"It's like this; I saw someone earlier who looked a lot like Brother Fang Xing, but I didn't dare confirm whether it was him or not." Cailian Zhenren frowned deeply.

"Why was that?"