"Someone's coming."
Jiang Chen was planning to part ways with Zhan Yang and the others from the Warring States Mercenary Corps.
He would then enter the depths of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain alone.
Suddenly, Lu Beifeng brought bad news.
"Who is it?"
Zhan Yang's expression tightened. He instantly had a bad feeling.
He didn't know if he was the only one who knew about the Moyang Flower here.
The group hurried to the edge of the cliff.
Sure enough, they saw two men walking out from the canyon below.
They were heading straight for them.
Meng Xing and Meng Kun were brothers.
At that moment, they were steadily approaching the cliff.
As they walked, the slightly older one, Meng Xing, said, "Brother, once we get our hands on the Moyang Flower this time, we'll be rich."
As he spoke, he greedily licked his lips.
They had clearly come for the Moyang Flower.
His younger brother, Meng Kun, was overjoyed.
