There are still three hostages, Lin Feng controls Wu Xian, and Qin Busi controls two talented members of the Witch Clan.
"Is that so?" Lin Feng squinted slightly, not believing the other party's words, without hostages in their hands, they would surely die.
He had already seen that the other party valued Wu Xian greatly and wouldn't dare to act rashly.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng stayed highly focused, not daring to relax even slightly, wary of the middle-aged man and the old woman suddenly making a move.
"I am Wu Fan, and I can guarantee with the name of a Venerable!" said the middle-aged man with a moustache calmly.
"I am Wu Yin, and I also guarantee, as long as you release the three of them, we will not make things difficult for you two!" the old woman spoke, her voice distant, full of age and coldness.
"Na... Natives, the Venerable's word... will never be broken!" said Wu Xian, held by Lin Feng, her face turning purple, speaking intermittently.
