"Ye, Ye Qingfeng?" Sun Qin's voice trembled slightly.
"What? You are that Ye Qingfeng. I didn't expect you to come so quickly. Good, very good!" Zhu Yifeng's gaze turned cold, and his voice was icy.
"Clang!"
The longsword was unsheathed, directly aimed at Ye Qingfeng.
"Sun Qin is now my woman. If you harass her again, don't blame me for being merciless!" Zhu Yifeng's robes fluttered as if he were an absolute expert in dealing with such matters.
"Get lost—"
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, and a wave of air forcefully sent Zhu Yifeng flying, the powerful energy leaving him no room to resist.
"So strong!"
Sun Qin's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Master, Master, I was wrong. I am willing to follow you back." Sun Qin suddenly knelt down, crying out in fear.
Ye Qingfeng shook his head gently.
Sun Qin's face immediately turned ashen.
"Quick, he's right there, quick!"
