A moment later, Lan Jingtong squatted down, searched the old Fire Element Spirit Clan member, and then shrugged.
"As expected, luck is always bad."
Lan Jingtong sighed slightly, put the trophies he had just found back into his backpack card, and then took out the phone dedicated to contacting the old Military Commander.
"The old Military Commander's speed is still fast; he's almost at the Demon Race gathering place now."
Lan Jingtong smiled: "What a pity, if Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan hadn't transformed into Wusun Zhongliang and Wenren Fangyan, would we still have to protect any Demon Race we encounter?"
"However, since my identity is now with the Demon Race, it seems there's no problem in conveniently protecting any Demon Race I encounter."
"I can only hope to come across Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan now."
"Seriously, not even a phone call. I should have saved their numbers earlier."
