"Daoist Fang, please leave now," thought the exceedingly beautiful woman as she spoke to the middle-aged man in front of her.
Given the circumstances, she disliked his presence greatly.
His presence had brought her an unpleasant feeling,
a feeling of considerable unease.
Therefore, she did not want him to linger here.
"At this moment, in this place, it seems things are still not yet concluded," however, the middle-aged man known as Fang Jie shook his head and spoke words that puzzled everyone.
"What do you mean?" The exquisite woman and several other disciples of the Qingyang Sect looked at him with confused faces.
They did not understand what he meant.
"Do you not know that a Demon Core can form inside the Demon Wolf?" Fang Jie looked at the people before him, his lips curling into a cold smile.
Demon Core?
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.
