chapter 92 Tyrannical Zhao Sanshan

"Okay, very good." The middle-aged man in blue sneered, turned around and left.

He called the disciples of the Qingmu Sect together and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Those disciples looked at Iwan Harvard with sinister expressions on their faces.

Yu Ruyan walked over and frowned: "What's going on?"

The middle-aged man in green shirt said a few words.

"Are you sure?" Yu Ruyan asked with a look of shock on her face.

"Judging from the wounds...