Mr. Fang Might Be in Trouble

"You mean... the owner of that shop is out of the city right now?!" There was no light here, and even the life presence was very weak.

In fact, the life presence was so weak that one could smell death.

Death-like silence and coldness filled this place as if it were a mansion in Hell!

As that deep voice, which sounded like it was coming from a corpse that was crawling out of a tomb, resonated in the stone hall, pale firelights suddenly lit up one by one.

When the pale firelights lit up, instead of giving some warmth to the stone hall, they instead added to the gloomy chill.

In the stone hall stood two rows of black-cloaked cultivators on the sides, and these two rows of people stretched all the way to the gate of the hall!

Judging from the presence emitting off of these cultivators, one could tell that they all had extremely high strength, and the weakest person's cultivation stage was no lower than the True Lake Realm!