A moment later.
Fuhai District.
The fragrant aroma of tea filled the air.
"The Beast God?"
"Are you sure you heard correctly, Young Master?"
Liu Wushuang held his teacup, repeating the name as if to confirm it. His expression changed drastically. "Could there have been a mistake somewhere?"
He had rushed to the district as soon as he received the call.
But he never expected to hear news like this!
"Yes, that's what Junior Sister said at the time."
Qin Yang said in a low voice, "I later confirmed it with Elder Li. He also heard it. The name Nangong Li was chanting was 'Beast God.' She also mentioned 'blood food.' The recent disappearances of many Star Martial Artists are related to them."
"That's impossible..."
Hearing this, Liu Wushuang's expression shifted rapidly, from grim to terrified, finally settling into an incessant murmur.
"He shouldn't be here. He's supposed to be dead..."
"What do you mean, 'impossible'?"
