At this moment, three figures stood in a valley. Two of them were middle-aged men. And the other was a young man. He was handsome. He was nearly two meters high and very strong. His square face looked very firm. And his whole body was full of explosive power.
The middle-aged man beside him was as thin as a bamboo pole. He looked very gentle. But the shrewdness in his eyes occasionally revealed the cruelty in his heart.
"Mr. Tong, the number of magical beasts is too small. We can't search it blindly like this. I suggest you ask the group of disciples in the sect to help us find it." Logan said respectfully.
Logan was the presbyter of the Tong clan. He looked thin. But he was indeed the strongest one of the Tong clan. His strength had reached the third stage of the wheel sea realm. And he was ranked in the top five in York City, second only to the master of the Tong clan.