"There's no hurry. You're next," Ye Qingtang said.
Ning Luo shook his head. "Junior Sister Ye, don't speak too confidently. You want to kill me but have missed the best opportunity to do so."
As Ning Luo finished his sentence, two figures descended from the sky.
The incomers were a male and female who were both donned in long white robes with embroidery of two unusual clouds on the chest area.
"Yunxiao Sect disciples?!"
Zhu Changge was astonished.
The pair of people before him were both Yunxiao Sect's inner sect disciples, who possessed unfathomable martial skills!
"Humph! You're really useless, Ning Luo. As Yunxiao Sect's inner sect disciple, you're cornered to such a situation by Xuanling Sect disciples!" the male in the lead said coldly and cast Ning Luo a look from the corner of his eye.
"Haha. Senior Brother Zhuo is right. I am all to blame for being useless and having to trouble you and Senior Sister Yue to help me." Ning Luo chuckled.
