Feeling the sudden stab of cold light attacking from behind, Ye Xuan abruptly turned around, and with a flick of his Spiritual Edge Sword, he deflected the cold light away.
The cold light struck a nearby tree trunk with a force, revealing itself to be a poisoned dagger.
"Who's there?"
Ye Xuan's brows furrowed as he then directed his gaze toward the front; out of the eerie fog, one male and one female figure emerged.
The two figures were none other than Gu Feiyang and Junior Sister Zhuo Qian.
"It's you two."
Ye Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression darkened a little.
"How does it feel, quite unexpected?"
Junior Sister Zhuo Qian stared at Ye Xuan with fierce eyes, her gaze twisted with a trace of murderous intent, "When you humiliated me in public, did you ever think how I would feel? You bastard trampled on my dignity. Only with your death can the hatred in my heart be extinguished."