Gratitude (1)

"Han Xuan, go and take a look." Qin Yue looked at the man who had mocked Mo Chu earlier.

"Mm." Han Xuan replied. He cultivated the wind element, and his body was also very flexible.

Ten minutes later, Han Xuan returned. His face was a little pale, and there was still some lingering fear in his eyes.

"What's going on?" Qin Yue could not help but frown when he saw Han Xuan's expression. This kid was not a coward!

Han Xuan swallowed his saliva. He was still trembling when he recalled the scene he saw just now! "When I went over just now, I happened to see the patrol teacher bringing a team of them back."