"Sister."
His body trembled with excitement as he quickly rolled up the painting.
"Let's go!"
"Leaving?"
An ice-cold voice rang out. A cold-faced man had appeared at the doorway, though no one knew when.
"This is the master's restricted area. Entry without invitation is forbidden. You've trespassed, and now you think you can leave with that scroll?"
SHING!
The Longsword was drawn.
"Have you asked my sword?"
Before Feng Hongda could answer, the man lunged, his sword flashing as he aimed every strike for a vital point.
"Sister, get back into the painting, quick! I'll deal with him."
Feng Hongda leaped back, ushering Feng Yue'er into the scroll, then blasted a palm strike at his opponent with a great wave of his hand.
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The chaotic battle raged on.
Xing Suanzi held the Jile Spirit House aloft. A tide of countless Painted Skins and blank papers surged from it, crashing toward Ye Baici and her companions.
