Yu Wenlong was startled, immediately brandishing his saber to block. As their weapons clashed, Yu Wenlong felt his palm tremble, nearly losing his grip. The opponent's inner breath was clearly superior to his.
The opponent's figure flickered, even leaving behind an afterimage, but merely flashed past him. The two only exchanged blows once before immediately separating...
It was only then that Yu Wenlong realized the person had already passed by him, taking Ruan Jing away.
Yu Wenlong's eyelid twitched. "Such fast skills!"
Duan Rong reached out and took Ruan Jing, placing him against the wall behind him. Ruan Jing still had his eyes closed, tears streaming down, resembling an ostrich burying its head in the sand, thinking if he couldn't see, he wouldn't be as scared.
Duan Rong turned around. The oil lamp in the corner of the wall illuminated Duan Rong's face.
"Is it you?" Yu Wenlong's face distorted slightly, as if he'd seen a ghost. He said in fear, "Aren't you already dead?"
