An arrow is on the string, and it must be released.
Feng Xiongyi is extremely reluctant to engage in a duel at this critical point in time, especially with such an unknown, suddenly appearing adversary.
However, who could have expected a sudden upheaval... to erupt without any warning?
It's like playing chess, piece against piece, general against general, just about to shout "general," when suddenly a piece from outside the board falls beside you.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Feng Xiongyi slowly raised his head, his dark and brooding eyes meeting Li Xuan, who was flying on his sword in mid-air.
Li Xuan squinted back at him.
Although he was not part of the game, he had been observing the situation through various factors, even if only a glimpse. But instinct told him: now is the last opportunity to enter the fray; if not, then... greater crises will follow.
