In this way, after waiting for a while, Man Jinggang was the first to break the silence.
"Isn't Xiang Chuan injured? How could he run so far and discover traces of the Ghost Mastiff?"
Zhao Hanyue shook his head, "I don't know either. I haven't visited him in a while."
"Last time we joined forces to ambush the Ghost Mastiff, intending to bring it to the Nangong family in exchange for an antidote, but it escaped due to our carelessness."
"Although it was severely injured, I'm not sure how well it has recovered over the years."
Mo Lanxin's slender fingers gently plucked the strings of the guqin, speaking coldly, "No matter, I've contacted the elders of the Nangong family for assistance this time."
"What?!" Zhao Hanyue and Man Jinggang's faces changed simultaneously, with the latter's scarred right eye twitching fiercely.
"You dared to alert them without confirmation? Will they believe you?"
