Fang Yi found Lin Zheng.
"Fang Yi, this has nothing to do with me, it was all arranged by Fang Jupeng, he's the one who sought my cooperation. I don't want to be your enemy." Lin Zheng found himself backed into a corner, and especially upon seeing Fang Yi's murderous and icy-cold face, fear gripped his heart.
Once in Tianjing, the third master Lin who could command the wind and rain, now quivered in terror like a clown, pleading with Fang Yi for mercy.
Fang Yi's expression remained cold as ice, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, he said, "Third Master Lin, do you think I might let you go?"
Lin Zheng shivered.
"Third Master Lin, would you like to know how Fang Jupeng is doing?" Fang Yi slowly approached Lin Zheng, who desperately tried to recoil further back.
"How… what…" Lin Zheng's voice trembled.
