Qiann Yan's heart felt uneasy, and he instinctively wanted to remind Yian Ruola to be careful, planning to take her inside the cabin door.
But it was too late; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and he couldn't even see the afterimage of Qiann Yan.
When he came back to his senses, Qiann Yan's slender fingers were gripping Yian Ruola's neck, just as she had earlier held the neck of Guu Xueeyou.
Her figure was slender to the point of thinness, yet she exuded a suffocating power.
Her strength, her speed, were both terrifying.
Yian Chunhao had lived for hundreds of years, and had never encountered someone so powerful.
He admitted, now he was very afraid.
Had he known this would happen, he would never have indulged Guu Xueeyou, and would have given an explanation from the start. Neither Guu Xueeyou nor Yian Ruola was more important than the Yian Family.
