Yang Fan moved, and naturally, so did Nan Surou and Ren Woxing. However, they didn't know how tense Yang Fan felt inside.
"How did you three little ones get here? It's too dangerous, you should leave immediately..." The summit, that blood-soaked, emaciated old man spoke weakly with a hoarse voice.
Ren Woxing furrowed his brows but said nothing, remembering Yang Fan's warning. But Nan Surou felt a bit bad, because the person at the summit clearly seemed to care about them.
"Sect..."
"Don't mind him." Yang Fan reminded once again.
"Little ones, you should head back, this place is not safe. Do you see me? As someone at the Divinity Transformation Realm, I ended up like this. What luck could you possibly have here... Hey, in this world, luck is the least reliable thing to gamble on. You're still young, there's plenty of opportunities, you must learn to go with the flow."
