Fang Shuwen suppressed the urge to act.
His gaze swept over the people in the room once more.
The Seven Fiends of the Dark Sea rarely formed cliques; the seven of them were a single entity, planning everything together.
Now, five of the seven were dead, so there should be two left.
These extra people were clearly the subordinates of the person they were about to go see.
Fang Shuwen simply stood up.
"Alright, I'll go. Please, lead the way."
Although Shen Cangming was grief-stricken over the disappearance of his sworn brothers and sisters, he hadn't completely lost his reason.
Ever since their arrival, there hadn't been the slightest trace of panic on Fang Shuwen's face.
Now they wanted him to come with them, but Fang Shuwen was even more eager than they were, showing no reluctance whatsoever.
'This... doesn't seem right.'
He glanced at Fang Shuwen, his eyes suddenly turning sinister.
"The one we want is Luo Shuqing. What does this have to do with you?
