Yu Peiyuan couldn't believe her eyes.
A handsome young man with fair skin, dressed in black, had subdued Wei Chaoran with just one hand.
She couldn't believe her eyes: "Jiang... Junior Brother Jiang?"
It was no wonder she doubted, for even Wei Chaoran beside her had his expression frozen.
Jiang Fan appearing in Taicang State? On the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road? At the 9,500th layer?
Who could believe it?
Soon, Wei Chaoran reacted, attempting to snatch back the ring, and shouted in a low voice, "This is none of your business!"
"Get out of the way!"
Jiang Fan glanced at him lightly, and with a casual wave of his hand, unleashed an overwhelming force that Wei Chaoran couldn't resist, throwing him away.
Wei Chaoran hurriedly stabilized his figure, stumbling as he landed, looking down at his wrist, where a clear five-fingered red mark had been pinched.
He looked at Jiang Fan with some suspicion: "You... what is your cultivation?"
