With that, Zhao Yi stretched his hand like a claw, ready to grab Song Yanran.
As Zhao Yi was about to seize Song Yanran, a sound of the air being torn was heard, and a golden cane struck Zhao Yi's hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly shattering the bones in Zhao Yi's hand, forcing him to retreat quickly.
"Who dares to make a move against me!" Zhao Yi looked around, trying to find the person who attacked from the shadows.
"Zhao Family boy, this is not a place you should be. Since you've cultivated the Devouring Blood Scripture, today you will stay here." The voice came before the person appeared, and then Zuo Qiuyun accompanied Elder Song as they slowly emerged from the inner room.
"It's you? Aren't you severely injured and nearly dying? How is this possible!" Zhao Yi gazed at Elder Song, who was lively and vigorous, nothing like someone critically injured and near death, and involuntarily stepped back a few paces.
