The Gu Immortal Sect’s Danger

Fang Yuan heard 'martial uncle' and felt a little emotional. He raised his hand to indicate that there was no need for formalities, asking, "Which room is Zhang Wenbin staying in?"

"Martial Uncle Zhang is staying in room four in the backyard, but he hasn't come out in the past two days. He should be in closed door cultivation, does Martial Uncle Fang want a disciple to pass on a message?"

"There's no need."

Fang Yuan knew that Zhang Wenbin had been hiding his whereabouts recently. Since he didn't show his face in front of others, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he said, "Is senior Zhao here?"

"Yes, Martial Uncle Zhao just came back. He's in room two."

"Okay, that's all for now. Continue with your work."

Fang Yuan nodded, threw him a primeval stone, and then walked toward the backyard.

Knock knock.

Fang Yuan gently knocked on the door.

"Senior, it's me."