Time flies by.
Three days later.
In a secret chamber in the Divine City.
Fu An-shan sat on the chair, clutching the armrests tightly, his old eyes gleaming with piercing killing intent.
Before him stood a middle-aged man respectfully.
The man was over 1.9 meters tall, dressed in black, with fierce eyes, and a hideous scar on his right cheek, exuding an aura of ferocity!
After a moment.
Fu An-shan looked up at the middle-aged man and said solemnly, "Have you found out where they went after leaving Qinghai City?"
"Yes."
"We inquired everywhere, and it is said someone saw them enter Qinghai."
The middle-aged man said.
"Good."
"Take people to Qinghai immediately and do it cleanly, leave no trace!"
Fu An-shan said.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he asked, "Is it just to kill Ancestor Mu, or all of them?"
"Kill them all!"
Fu An-shan said emphatically, overwhelmed with killing intent.
