Liu Ming and Bi Yan were suspended in mid-air; soon, two streaks of escaping light sped over from a distance, revealing two figures in a flash.
It was the Netherworld Clan of the half-insect and the tiger-faced varieties.
"Brother Bi Yan, we've arrived!" The two greeted Bi Yan; as for Liu Ming beside him, it was as if he was invisible to them.
Liu Ming remained indifferent, his face calm as usual.
Bi Yan glanced over at Liu Ming and, seeing that he showed no difference in expression, felt a stir in his heart, but with a smile, he asked:
"Friends, have you found any clues to the phantom spirit's true form?"
