The old man's waist straightened, his face indifferent, first glancing at the spot where the crying young girl, like a bait, had left.
He then turned to look at the young Confucian Scholar who was not completely fooled.
This kid stayed behind? But...
"Don't even think about running, hahaha..."
The disfigured old Confucian Scholar suddenly chuckled.
In the next moment, the old Confucian Scholar followed a certain locked energy and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
Zhao Rong looked up sharply, staring at the empty courtyard.
A cold sweat broke out on his back.
Sure enough, in less than three breaths.
Something happened that made his breath catch!
The old Confucian Scholar's figure suddenly reappeared in the same spot, and this time, his vulture-like claw grasped the shoulder of a girl with tear-streaked eyes.
Brought her back.
In the old man's other hand, two fingers held a fragment of a withered yellow maple leaf.
