The whole high slope became particularly silent.

Yang Zheng knelt on the ground, his body trembling and fear filled his heart.

"The distinguished young master Qinchuan, the woman you mentioned is a member of the Fanyi clan. Just last night, she suddenly fled here. We sent someone out to look for her, but nothing was found."

Yang Zhen raised his head, but found that Qinchuan did not say a word. On his face, the chill became stronger and stronger, even with a slight murder.

"I'm sorry about that. I would like to dedicate Yang Yue to Master Qinchuan. No matter how abusive and abusive you are, my Yangtie tribe will...