Maner hadn't figured out what Yuanyang and Leng Shuang meant, but at this time, a figure already jumped lightly on the tent. That swift man was one of the top martial artists. He quickly took out a pen-thick bamboo tube in which there was a poisoned arrow. Right when he gently gashed the tent and was ready to shoot the arrow, he felt a cold dagger was pointed at his throat.

"Sir, I'm afraid it's impolite for you to jump on others' tent at late night." Leng Shuang smiled and ...