Today, he received a mission from the sect and entered the Cyan Yang Mountain Range with Luo Chuan to complete it. Unexpectedly, they encountered Chu Ming, which immediately stirred his thoughts.
"I didn't expect to meet Junior Brother Chu here, it must be fate!" Yang Zong's burly figure directly blocked Chu Ming's path, his Gang Yuan slightly stirring, his robe flapping, and his tone rigid.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way!" Chu Ming said indifferently, stepping towards another direction. Right now, he was absolutely no match for Yang Zong, estimating he could be killed within three moves. The most important thing right now was to leave this place quickly.
"Hey, Senior Brother Yang blessing you with his words is your good fortune, leaving without notice is too discourteous." A white figure blocked Chu Ming's path; it was Luo Chuan, his face full of mischief as he looked at Chu Ming, speaking unkindly.
