Ling Mohan chased after him, but soon returned and said apologetically to everyone, "He came and left quickly, and I can't see his whereabouts anymore."
The people from the Pharmacist Guild shook their heads after hearing this. President Yu sighed, "It's not your fault. The people from the Yama Palace are always elusive and powerful. The reason they targeted that young man is probably because of his talent for refining medicine."
"What kind of power is Yan Palace? Will my master be in danger?" Leng Shuang came up to them and asked anxiously.
The president of the black market came over and said, "The power of the Hell Palace is even greater than that of the black market. Neither the Nebula Academy nor the local families can afford to offend it. The Lord of Hell is even more powerful and elusive. No one knows where the base of the Hell Palace is. If Brother Ghost Doctor falls into their hands, I'm afraid he will be in great danger..."
"No! My master will be fine!" She shouted loudly, looking at the black market president with cold eyes: "You black market must help me find my master!"
"Don't worry, we will find out the whereabouts of your master." President Ke did not refuse.
"You can rest assured. As far as I know, Yan Dian has captured a lot of alchemists and pharmacists recently. Perhaps your master will not be in danger." The president of the Pharmacist Guild said with a sigh. The purpose of such a good spiritual medicine competition was to select talents, but who knew that the people of Yan Dian would mess it up like this.
The news spread like a feather in the wind, causing people to sigh and wonder whether the young man in red was alive or dead.
As night fell, a black figure quietly and silently came to a house in a few leaps.
"Knock to the Lord of Hell!"
The sixteen black-robed monks in the courtyard knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.
"Get up!"
A deep and cold voice carried a powerful pressure. He flicked his robe and sat down at the stone table in the yard. As he turned around and sat down, his face was revealed.
It was a stunningly handsome face, with facial features that seemed to be carefully carved by God. The contours of the face were as clear as if cut by a knife, cold and hard yet handsome. Under his sword-like eyebrows, the pair of deep eyes contained a mysterious light, and contained a sharp and captivating edge. Just one glance would make people lower their heads involuntarily, not daring to meet his captivating black pupils that contained powerful pressure and edge.
Under the tall nose was a pair of thin and sexy lips, which were slightly pursed at this moment. He exuded a cold and captivating aura, as noble as a god, and as sharp and domineering as the king of heaven and earth!
If Fengjiu saw this at this moment, she would definitely exclaim: Uncle Ling!
That’s right, the Lord Yan, the master of this Yama Palace, is none other than the Ling Mohan that Fengjiu is familiar with. Ling Mohan is just a fake identity that he used to be a mentor in Xingyun. The big beard on his face was also carefully pasted on to make it look real.
"How is the person?" Lord Yama asked in a calm voice. His low voice revealed a hint of laziness, as well as the aura of a superior.
"Lord Yama, the captured boy is still unconscious and has not woken up yet." A black-robed monk said respectfully.
"Keep an eye on him, and return to the Underworld Palace with me tomorrow."
Hearing this, the sixteen black-robed monks were all delighted: "Master is going back to the Yama Palace?"