He slowly calmed down...
The man who played with the eagle got pecked by it.
To mock Feng Twelve's jokes, only to become the joke himself.
If he were to lose badly again, how could he face Feng Twelve in the future?
Chunyu Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his body soared into the air, as fast as a hawk spreading its wings, and kicked at Pei Jue, while the Suiyu Sword, also unsheathed, flashed like lightning...
Real weapons were drawn.
Feng Yun's eyes slightly hardened.
"You two..."
No one paid attention to her.
Pei Jue's tall figure retracted, watching as the Suiyu Sword whisked past his shoulder.
Chunyu Yan's figure steadily landed on Feng Yun's desk, turned around, and thrust fiercely, his movements elegant, his clothes billowing like wings...
Feng Yun screamed in shock.
The words stuck in her throat finally came out.
"Why risk your lives..."
She watched, her heart pounding with fear.