"Little Sword God, I hope you're still alive."
Song Yun silently prayed in his heart, got into his car, and called the old man.
"Master, I need your help."
"Oh ho, rare to see you so serious, you must be in trouble. Go ahead, what's the issue?"
"Where is the Sichuan Tang Family?"
"Are you planning to storm the Tang Family? Quite courageous! I'll send their location to your phone. Also, don't blame me for not warning you, the Tang Family has many experts. Although none match your level, their numbers might be a challenge for you."
"Don't worry. After today, the Tang Family will be no more."
"You're bold and determined. As your master, I'd rather not have to arrange your funeral, especially since you're still the Sect Leader of the Green Dragon Sect. If you die, it would cause a lot of problems."
"Rest assured, old man, I will definitely outlive you."
With that, Song Yun hung up the phone.
Just as he was about to drive, he received a call from Juan Mao.
