The Wooden Mask Man ignored Yun Zhao, and with his intelligence, he could naturally see who was really in charge between the two.
The Wooden Mask Man only stared at Chen Yan.
Chen Yan sneered: "Yun Zhao, don't listen to his nonsense, Old Liang is so formidable, how could he be captured by him? He's just making unfounded claims."
The Wooden Mask Man snorted, surprisingly not refuting, merely saying blandly: "Very well, then let Old Liang die with me."
At this, Chen Yan frowned—this guy, even facing death, wouldn't be provoked.
Yun Zhao's temperament was anxious, and he couldn't help shouting: "Brother! We can't abandon Old Liang's life!"
Speaking, he hastily emerged from the cloth, swiftly landing and turning into human form, just about to advance when Chen Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside.
"With such a character, your family must have a big heart to let you venture out! If Old Liang wasn't accompanying you, you'd be dead countless times on your journeys."
