Ji Haidan and Yan Chengxue both frowned as well, "The speaker is a friend of Master Feng, they still don't know what his name is yet."
Lin Mo said this and stood in the front, his gaze ice cold as he looked at the opponents.
"Who is he?" Ji Tianyuan frowned deeply, "In such a situation, an unknown youth dares to interrupt?"
Ji Haidan frowned and spoke softly, "He seems to be a friend of Master Feng, but I still don't know his name."
"If you don't want to die, tell me now where the headquarters of the Ghost Witch Sect is," Lin Mo said.
The female interpreter looked at Yan Guming, unsure whether she should translate for the others.
Peng Cai and an elder from the Ghost Witch Sect also frowned, obviously not understanding what Lin Mo was saying.
"Young man, sit down quickly. These people are not to be trifounded with," Ji Tianyuan said anxiously.
These warlords were the type to kill at the slightest provocation, certainly no saints.
