Hearing Fan Qingyin's voice, Ye Haochuan turned his head around and looked at her with an expression that was quite speechless, "Please, what's so strange about a young master like me having an Ancient Martial Arts Sect superphone?"
"Oh," Fan Qingyin responded softly, but her heart was truly puzzled. How could he, a disciple of Hellfire, use an Ancient Martial Arts Sect superphone? Could he be an undercover agent sent by the sects?
Thinking this, she suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement. If he really was an undercover agent, then there was hope for those of them who had been captured.
"Then... why did you save us?" Qingyin couldn't help asking expectantly.
"Please, will you ever quit? Don't you see that I'm busy? Go stand aside!" Ye Haochuan shook his head, as they were still far from safe, and here she was, talking so much.