Hearing Liu Fei's words, Ye Wutian took a sharp breath of cold air, a strong sense of crisis surging in his heart.
Everyone had puzzled looks on their faces, obviously, none of them understood what Liu Fei was talking about, and only Ye Wutian could understand.
Ye Wutian stood still like a statue, not daring to move, as if afraid that any disturbance would expose his identity.
All was quiet around them, and everyone's gaze was on Liu Fei. Struggling to stand up, Liu Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then, clutching his chest, he staggered towards Ye Wutian.
"Fei'er, what did you mean by those words just now?" Liu He, Liu Fei's father, asked in confusion.
"Dad, do you remember the last time we encountered people from the Seven Fiend Sect on our way to the Shenfeng Pavilion Ruins?" Liu Fei asked.
Liu He thought for a moment and nodded, "Of course, I remember. But why do you suddenly bring that up?"