On the silent mountainside, Ling Feng sat cross-legged, his hand clutching Qian Da's arm, and for a long time, they did not separate.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Chen Dalong lying beside him had already died, his head twisted back, face an iron blue.
Without another glance at him, Ling Feng turned to look at Qian Da: "Lucky I encountered you, otherwise I wouldn't even know about this heretical cult popping up!"
"Big, big brother, I was blind and looked down on you, never expecting you to be a master capable of, of searching my brain..."
Qian Da was very smart. After being questioned by Ling Feng, he himself hadn't said much, yet it seemed that Ling Feng already knew everything, which made Qian Da suddenly realize something.
Ling Feng was startled for a moment, then looked at him: "You're not bad yourself, knowing that I have mastered all the information in your brain!"
