Sheer Cold

"Hmph, you don't need to know!"

Ling Xian'er snorted. But with her looks, even her slightly angry face was overwhelmingly beautiful. If the former handsome dandy saw it, his eyes would have certainly lit up, and he would have been unable to control himself.

"Okay… let's go back!"

Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed and glanced toward the nearby bushes before leaving the scene with his two subordinates.

With eyes full of hatred, Wang Tianming looked at the direction that Fang Yuan had left in. He then cupped his hands toward Ling Xian'er. "My name is Wang Tianming. Thank you for saving me, miss. I will surely repay your kindness in the future!"

"You are also a fellow Pugilistic World member, so there's no need for thanks. However, do you really plan on seeking revenge against this Fang Xu three years from now? He is not only the young sect master of the Noble Mountain Sect but a famous genius in the Pugilistic World as well!"