Ling Chuan finished speaking, his figure flickered.
Leaves flew past him.
He easily dodged and reached the man in the suit.
The tip of his knife pointed at the man's neck.
The blade embedded directly into his flesh.
"Go back and tell your master, if he invites me again, he better be more polite!" Ling Chuan smirked coolly, issuing a cold warning.
The man was in Ling Chuan's grasp.
The others dared not make a reckless move for a while.
The man in the suit glanced at the knife on his neck, his expression unchanged, "Master Ling! Since I didn't get you, I can't go back empty-handed! Why not reconsider?"
The man in the suit looked past Ling Chuan, glancing behind him.
Ling Chuan suddenly realized something.
He turned his head.
Sure enough, An Ziqing was being restrained, with four knives aimed at her.
One was even held to her neck.
"I didn't have time to shout or run... sorry..." An Ziqing said helplessly.
"..." Seeing An Ziqing not paralyzed with fear,
