On the boat, Qian Yan was sitting on a chair, blowing the sea breeze, eating food, not polite at all, and looking very comfortable.
Lan Yuan and others were not in the mood to talk for the time being, so they all went back to their rooms to contact their elders.
Wu Cancan is here. She feels that the matter is not over yet. She wants to know a lot, but she is afraid that if she asks too many questions, she will die quickly.
For the sake of her own life, she decided not to be curious anymore and just sit here.
Maybe she should think about how to live her life in the future. The Wu family doesn't seem to need her much anymore, so she might as well not go back.
She became a casual cultivator and wandered around.
Just thinking about these things feels quite freeing.
"Have you gotten in touch?" Lan Yuan asked Cheng Ling and the others.
Cheng Ling and others shook their heads. None of them had contacted their elders. They had just called their families and asked. The soul cards were still there, which meant that their lives were not in danger.
There has been no response for many days. There is no other possibility except being trapped somewhere.
Lan Yuan closed his eyes and said: "In this case, let's not act rashly. A hundred of us combined are no match for her. Contact her first to avoid looking for her again when needed."
Cheng Ling and others are not particularly stupid people. With their little ability, it is impossible to deal with Yun Qianyan.
After discussing it, several people planned to go out. Unexpectedly, the boat suddenly shook violently. They were not prepared. They were shaken crookedly and fell into pieces. After stabilizing their bodies, they helped each other to see what was going on.
When they came to the deck of the ship, they found that the sky was covered with dark clouds and the sea water was rolling on all sides. They had already blocked the way of their ship, and there was no way forward, left, or right.
Just when Lan Yuan was thinking about what was going on, a figure suddenly fell in front of several people.
This man was wearing a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly. He asked Lan Yuan and others, "He came out so quickly. Who took the things inside?"
The man in black robe glanced at Lan Yuan and the others, then turned around and faced Wu Cancan's position with his mostly covered face: "Is it in her hands?"
When he asked this question, his attention was on Qian Yan.
"She was let in?"
Lan Yuan finally reacted: "Are you Lord Tianzun?"
"Do you know me?" The man in black robe turned around.
Lan Yuan said: "Uncle mentioned it once."
"Well," the man in black robe asked again, "can you tell me now, who took the things in the magic door?"
Lan Yuan felt the danger in the voice, and his original intention of hitting the things inside the magic door was gone, so he replied: "Yun Qianyan."
"People like Lan Dongjiang are really useless. They all said not to let people in. Even though they couldn't do anything, they still let her in."
Lan Yuan and others did not dare to say a word.
The man in black robe asked displeasedly: "Where are Lan Dongjiang and the others?"
Lan Yuan replied: "Back to Tianzun, we couldn't contact uncle and the others before entering the Fantasy Sect. I'm afraid they had an accident and were trapped somewhere."
"Huh?" The man in black robe was confused and raised his hand to count, "It actually can't be calculated."
"That's all, it's up to me to get things myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the man in black robe appeared in front of Qianyan, and stretched out a pale palm towards her: "Hand over the things, and I will spare your life."
When this person appeared, Qian Yan was sizing him up.
Vaguely, she felt that the other person's breath was familiar, as if she had met him somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.