Feng Yan's Backer
編輯: Kurisu
Pa pa pa, a flurry of slaps instantly woke Ao Yang Ming up.
"Where am I? Where's Uncle Fu?" he asked with a shiver in his voice.
Ling Han kicked him and said, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
Ao Yang Ming clenched his teeth, but upon seeing an unfamiliar environment, his expression paled; this obviously was somewhere far from the forest they were just at, or they wouldn't appear in a plain.
Just how long was he unconscious that he was brought to a place so far away? Was Uncle Fu such a good-for-nothing that he let Ling Han run away with him?!
"You really want to go against Winter Moon Sect?" he said coldly. Since he'd already flaunted his status as Winter Moon Sect's direct disciple, he naturally wouldn't back down again, diminishing Winter Moon Sect's prestige.