Yet he still couldn't understand how the Black Evil Essence disappeared.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Qingfeng pondered for an hour, still unable to find the crux of the problem. He simply stopped worrying about it, walked over, and took off the soft armor from the shadowy figure.
He tossed it directly into the space ring, as Ye Qingfeng wasn't in the mood to deal with it now. He decided to research it slowly when he had time.
However, the corpse of this shadowy figure surprised Ye Qingfeng. On its back was a unique tattoo—a black house that looked grand, perhaps more fittingly described as a palace.
This tattoo was incredibly intricate, not something an ordinary person would have. It might well be the mark of the Haidong Martial Arts Hall.
"Haidong Martial Arts Hall!" Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.
At this moment, at Han River Manor.
"Li Bianxi, what price did you pay to let Haidong Martial Arts Hall take action?"
