"What you said makes sense. I didn't expect to meet other friends," the tall, thin man said with a smile, "I am Yan Nan Mountain, from the Ninth Floor of the Holy Land."
This person is indeed Yan Nan Mountain, but the real Yan Nan Mountain has been killed in spirit, and naturally, this was Qin Feng in disguise. As for claiming to be from the late stage of the Holy Land, it was also well thought out. After all, if it was too weak, it would be impossible to survive and kill in such a core place.
"The Ninth Floor of the Holy Land?" The effeminate man was taken aback and said, "In my dream, Brother Yan is a lone wolf?"
"Yes." Qin Feng nodded.
"Let's go. I have a companion to find. Let's discuss how to make the world of grudges disappear together." The good dreamer was excited.
"Another one?" Qin Feng looked confused.
