"Bastard! Don't think you can get away!"
Nangong Zhan was furious to the extreme, his killing intent soaring as he roared at Fan Shaoyun.
"As if you could stop us!" Ao Yan scoffed disdainfully, his sinister gaze sweeping back to glance at Nangong Zhan.
"Nangong Zhan, don't chase!" Feng Wuchen hurriedly stopped Nangong Zhan.
"Alchemist! We've searched the Heavenly River for so many days and still haven't found him. Qingyang must have been captured by that bastard!" Nangong Zhan raged.
The death of Liu Qingyang filled Nangong Zhan with immense guilt, and he had been constantly blaming himself.
"Calm down first, this might be a trap. We've searched for so many days and haven't found Qingyang; Fan Shaoyun couldn't possibly have found him," Chi Huang patted Nangong Zhan's shoulder.