In the Spectral Sedan Chair space, Charng Feng's expression shifted several times, but he never dared to truly act. His powerful Mental Consciousness probed in all directions, trying to uncover the source of the ominous malicious intent, yet found nothing.
He was completely clueless about where this place was, and even more so why Jiu Yan and Lu Ye were here as well.
He only knew that he was swept into this space by a peculiar Bridal Sedan Chair, luckily escaping Ma Bin's pursuit.
"Since you won't make a move, then don't blame me for being discourteous!" Lu Ye's eyelids fell slightly, his tone cold as frost.
The Spectral Sedan Chair trapped Charng Feng, a development he hadn't anticipated at all. The two harbored deep-seated animosity; Charng Feng's murderous intent toward him was evident, and he had no intention of sharing the Spectral Sedan Chair with such a person.
Only by dealing with him could he rest easy.
