"Senior brother, what's wrong?" a disciple on the left asked.
"Nothing, just felt that guy was rather strange, maybe it's just an illusion." The man in the middle shook his head and said, "Continue the patrol, our Qingxuan Sect welcomes many disciples, we must ensure they won't cause trouble at the Qingxuan Sect residence."
"Yes, senior brother," the two disciples responded in unison.
"Chen Yang, you're lucky today, but when you leave the Qingxuan Sect and encounter me again, you won't have such good luck," Tu Yiliang said, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with fury, his voice sharp.
"Next time, you're dead," Weng Hui made a throat-slitting gesture, murderous intent bursting forth, then the two of them led four disciples on, gradually disappearing from Chen Yang's sight.
Seeing this, Chen Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the Qingxuan Sect people hadn't appeared just now, a fierce battle would have been inevitable, and he would have had no chance of victory.
"Dad"
