Tianque City.
Di Dao Lin and Yuwen Xiong Zhu, these two adversaries, still stood together, chatting idly.
"Di Dao Lin, aren't you afraid?"
Yuwen Xiong Zhu pursed his lips and asked in a light tone.
"What should I be afraid of!"
Di Dao Lin snorted coldly.
"The elder from the Sect of Seven Kills is likely to return soon, and by then, your son-in-law will suffer!"
Yuwen Xiong Zhu said gloatingly.
"My son-in-law spared your life, yet your mouth is still so troublesome?"
Di Dao Lin chided irritably.
"I'm doing this for your own good..."
Yuwen Xiong Zhu sighed, pretended to say earnestly, "Before the elder returns, quickly take your daughter and flee. Considering our years of friendship, I won't fuss much with you!"
"Keep dreaming!"
Di Dao Lin waved his big hand and turned his back on Yuwen Xiong Zhu.
He would not leave.
From deep within his heart, Di Dao Lin trusted Long Yunzi even more.
"Kindness really goes unrewarded!"
