Yse's face was shrouded in a layer of coldness, with icy cold eyes devoid of any warmth, and long aqua-blue hair billowing without wind, making the man appear increasingly handsome...
However, everyone knew that Yse was now angry!
"Yse."
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind, causing Yse to halt his steps...
Under everyone's gaze, Mu Ruyue slowly walked to his side, faintly curling her lips: "You are not his match right now, let my father handle him."
Yse knew Mu Ruyue made a valid point.
Jimo Yi couldn't be allowed to leave here, and indeed, he wasn't Jimo Yi's opponent...
"Yse, don't worry, I will leave your real enemy for you to deal with. This is just a trivial person."
A wave of emotion surged through Yse's heart, his gaze reflecting gentle ripples: "Master, thank you..."
Master?
This title fell upon the ears of those present, seemingly like thunder striking, turning all eyes towards Mu Ruyue, drawing a gasp of chill from their hearts.
