"What courage you have, to dare to make a move right in front of me, Qu Fengting," he said coldly, his gaze fixed on Ye Yanran. "Hand over the token obediently, or I shall let your blood spill five steps and you'll die without a burial ground."
Qu Fengting also stood up at this point, staring at Ye Yanran, his arrogance evident.
His strength was much greater than that of Mu Feng, and his mind was much more meticulous. As soon as he saw Ye Yanran, some impressions flashed in his mind, and he guessed that Mu Hanyan would not trouble a servant without reason.
Hearing Qu Fengting's words, the young swordsmen, who had been in disarray, now had a sharp look in their eyes. A slight "clang" was heard as someone slightly drew their longsword.
A hint of panic flashed across Ye Yanran's eyes but being tightly held by Mu Hanyan, she was unable to free herself.
Ye Yanran's eyes swiftly darted around, and suddenly she shrieked loudly, "Indecency! Help, indecency!"
