The two of them joined forces; they definitely could handle it. But then, Song Yuan came running and told him that Carl was dead, Seventh Ancestor was missing, and the others were held hostage by the Martial Arts Association?
Only because these words came from Song Yuan; if it were anyone else, he would have slapped them already.
"Thump!"
Song Yuan directly knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Uncle, your nephew would never dare to deceive you with such a story even if he had the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard! The entire matter has already spread, and most of the noble families in Yan Country probably already know about it. It won't be long before the Revival Association finds out too."
"What!"
Song Lianfeng's eyes widened.
This, is this real?
But how could this be?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and shouted angrily: "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
"Yes, Uncle."
Song Yuan sighed in relief and then recounted what he knew.
