"Cutting down a fake Heavenly Fire clan member, what's there to fear?"
Zhou Xuan spoke nonchalantly, waving at Zhao Wuya, and said, "Just make sure to carry Mr. Yan's body properly."
"Sigh..." Zhao Wuya wanted to say something more, but seeing Zhou Xuan's stubbornness at the moment, he knew it was useless to persuade him. So, he shut his mouth and obediently carried the corpse for Zhou Xuan.
Meanwhile, Alchemist Bai Lu lit a lamp.
The ghost-faced butterfly in the lamp fluttered again, its wings vibrating at a high frequency, spraying out a cloud of dust.
The dust enveloped Zhou Xuan, Alchemist Bai Lu, and Zhao Wuya. After a burst of colorful lights flashed, their figures disappeared from the stone temple.
Meanwhile, Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun were transported by the stone temple to Jingyi Shop.
