C626 Ghost River

While Meng Yu was speaking, the ruthless sword was already aimed at Black-robed Cultivator's forehead, ready to pierce through it.

The man was so scared that his body trembled, and soybean sized beads of sweat dripped down from his face.

"No, no, senior, let me tell you... the fairy you mentioned, we did meet her a few days ago. At that time, she was being hunted..