Bi Yunyan snorted and said with a pout, "Who said I want to eat leftovers? Just a look won't hurt. For a handsome guy like this, it's a pity not to take a look."
Finally, they entered the cabin.
Yan Beihan followed in, sat in his seat, motionless.
He felt a humming sound as the flying boat lifted off.
In an instant, it transformed into a streak of light.
Yan Beihan closed his eyes, suddenly feeling as if there was still a flash of sword light before him, coming straight at him.
Fang Che's voice.
"My sword is called Nether Lord."
"Hmph! Damn bastard!"
Yan Beihan cursed angrily.
...
Yan Nan entered the cabin, sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and was calculating the gains and losses this time in his heart.
Yemo seems to have entered the high-level sights of the opposing side, but now his cultivation is too low to play any major role. The road ahead is still long.
His battles with Dongfang Sansan also need to continue.
