Mo Junzhan didn’t believe Xiao Qijun’s words. He winked at Wei Zichao, and the latter drew his long sword, aiming at Ye Zhixin without demur.

As the bright and sharp sword swept in front of Ye Zhixin’s eyes, she was so scared that her legs weakened and she turned pale.

If Dong Shuang didn’t grab her arm from behind, Ye Zhixin might sit on the floor.

Xiao Qijun was anxious to save Ye Zhixin, while Wei Zichao twisted his hand and the sharp ...