Thirteen Zodiac Beings, now besides the Human Xiao, there is only Maotu Lin Jianyue, Xuquan Qin Ergou, and Si Snake Bai Yujing who are truly Zhang Fan's people.
Discounting the half-dead Hai Pig King Tao, and the deceased Tiger Hong Mountain Monarch—it's not even half of them left.
"The Wuwei Sect can still be used..." Zhang Fan pondered to himself.
"Zhang Fan."
At this moment, a soft cry sounded from ahead.
Zhang Fan looked up. At the end of the corridor, a graceful silhouette came into view—short hair cut to a neat line, skin like snow, an aura both ethereal and recondite.
"Jiang Lai!?"
Zhang Fan's eyes brightened, and he hurried over.
He had never expected to meet Jiang Lai here of all places.
"What a coincidence! Why are you here? I just got back to Yujing yesterday, I was thinking of asking you to a meal in the next couple days." Zhang Fan said, delighted.
Speaking of which, it had been ages since he last saw Jiang Lai.
