Arriving at a place five hundred meters away, there was nothing, just a vast barren land.
Yang Fan took out his phone and dialed Xiao Yunxuan's number: "Are you fooling me? I'm here already."
"I can see that, don't rush, you do keep your word. Continue forward, cross the small hill ahead."
Yang Fan held the phone in his hand, following his words, and walked along the weed-filled path towards that direction.
After crossing the small hill, what appeared before him was a dense small forest.
He looked around, but found nothing, not even a shadow of anyone.
Could it be that Wu Zui was messing with him again?
Just as Yang Fan was about to make a call, the sound of an ancient zither slowly emerged from the forest.
What's going on?
What exactly does that scoundrel Wu Zui want?
"Yang Fan, the guest has arrived, have a seat and drink some tea."
Yang Fan suddenly turned around and saw a clear patch of land twenty meters behind him.
