Nangong Ling asked in confusion, "Why?"
"When you reach Ning Fan's level of power, money and other material possessions become as fleeting as smoke."
As he spoke, Nangong Xiong's tone turned cold, and he said sharply, "Besides, killing us would be no harder than killing a chicken for him."
Just thinking about how Ning Fan could easily create grandmasters made Nangong Xiong's heart race a little faster.
In the face of such power, any resistance would be futile.
Nangong Ling asked anxiously, "So what do we do now? Just sit here and wait?"
Nangong Xiong sighed, "It seems that's all we can do. If even Ning Fan isn't sure, our efforts would be in vain."
"Old man, you..."
With this, Nangong Ling stomped her foot, "If you won't go find him, I will."
Seeing this, Nangong Xiong hurriedly stopped his daughter, "Can you catch up to him? Do you know where he's going?"
With each question, Nangong Ling's head lowered further.
She's impulsive and fiery, but not brainless.
