Trapped in the Tang Clan Ancestral Hall.
Not a soul was on the streets of the Tang Sect, which gave the speeding cat-horse truck the chance to take off at full speed. Like a rampaging monster, Jiang Li drove down the entire street, following Xu Xuan's guidance towards Zhou Li's direction.
And Zhou Li...
"ber."
Stuffed into a thick iron pipe, Zhou Li and Tang Wan curled up together. Hei turned his head and looked at Yu Sui, who seemed to be praying, and trembled, "Lord Wan Sui, is this your Golden Fire Thousand Miles Skill?"
"What else?"
Patting the iron pipe and lighting another flame, Yu Sui took it for granted, "There's gold, and iron, capable of traveling for thousands of miles, isn't this the Golden Iron Thousand Miles Technique?"
Tang Wan's upper teeth chattered against her lower teeth, her face full of fear, "Lord Lord Lord Wan Wan Wan Sui, I I I I haven't haven't offended you, right... Please no, I don't want this, my fate isn't as big as Zhou Li's."
