"Sun Zhe?"
Qingyan's brows furrowed slightly, suddenly feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it from someone before, but couldn't recall it immediately.
Sun Zhe smiled a bit awkwardly, "Isn't it quite ordinary?"
Qingyan said, "It's just a name."
"Boom!"
At this moment, Sun Zhe suddenly punched forward, the terrifying fist force forming a straight line that tore through the air, instantly breaking through two Wang Family disciples that had surrounded him, creating an opening in the killing formation the Wang Family had set up.
"Qingyan, how about I send you somewhere to wait for a while? It's hard to shake off these people while carrying you, I'll let you out later."
Upon hearing this, Qingyan felt a pang of doubt, not understanding Sun Zhe's intentions. Before she could react, she felt her body sway, and the next moment she appeared in another space.
