'Luo Qi, an Elder of the Netherworld Pavilion.'
Fang Han's heart stirred as he recognized the woman's identity.
Although he had never met her, he was no stranger to her name. She was the Netherworld Pavilion's most skilled Elder in the art of Tracking. It was said that no one had ever escaped her Tracking Technique.
Of course, as the one who had plundered numerous Netherworld Pavilion properties, he was the sole exception.
"The Qingxuan Sect sent you?"
Luo Qi spoke, her voice hoarse and filled with an undisguised chill.
"A twenty-year-old brat?"
Fang Han stopped and met Luo Qi's unsettling eyes, his expression calm.
"It seems the Qingxuan Sect isn't taking this search very seriously."
A cold, mocking smile touched the corners of Luo Qi's lips.
"Or has the Qingxuan Sect run out of people, forcing them to send a junior just to make up the numbers?"
At these words, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.
