The Saint's Scripture (1)

Jiang Ming stood in front of Fei Ming, a disciple of the Cangming Grotto-Heaven. They were by the Soul Suppressing River. His eyes were calm as he asked one question after another. 

In Fei Ming's eyes, this seemingly gentle young man was undoubtedly no different from an incomparably ferocious demonic beast. He did not dare hold back as he replied fearfully. 

Jiang Ming had already planted a soul seed in his mind. At such a close distance, he could really control him so that he would not be able to resist. 

"I am mainly responsible for searching for a map fragment during this trip to the ruins," Fei Ming said while trembling. 

However, Li Qianya, Qi Yue, and the others could not hear anything. 

A small flag with a black pole hung in the air, isolating Jiang Ming and the other man in an array formation. They could only vaguely see two figures in it. However, they could not see clearly or hear anything.