C1411

To cultivators, an incense stick of time had passed in the blink of an eye, but Zhu Bo and Yang Lei had still not come.

Guo Jiang was a little impatient from waiting, he glared at Han Yan and snorted: "Brat, why aren't they here yet, are you deceiving me!"

Han Yan shrugged his shoulders and sighed: "Anyway, I'm not able to leave this place alive