There are several extremely ugly scars on his face, making his whole person look extremely distorted.

The color of the clothes on her body could no longer be seen clearly, as they were all soaked in mud and turned gray.

Her hair was messy with dried mud and dead leaves, and her legs were unnaturally twisted.

It was obvious that this man's legs were disabled, and it must have taken a lot of effort to stay alive here.

"How come you have my Xuanmen treasure, the Xuan Iron Fan?!"

The man's voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he had not spoken for a long time.

"Who are you, Your Excellency, and why do you want to sneak attack on me?"

Wanmoluo was not in a hurry to answer the other party's questions, he just sneered and asked his own questions.

The man was silent for a moment and said as if talking to himself:

"You are not the person she sent to kill me. It is absolutely impossible for them to have the Black Iron Fan."

Having said this, the woman raised her eyes. Her eyes were already a little cloudy, but she looked at Wanmoluo with a stubborn and firm look and said:
Chapter completed!