Ten Thousand Martial Guards.
These three words caused Chu Jingyang's and Fan Yuanjun's pupils to contract, sending a chill from their heads to their toes.
Subconsciously, Chu Jingyang glanced at Fan Yuanjun, his questioning eyes flashing with a cold light.
Fan Yuanjun hung his head low, not daring to make a sound.
Ji Ping stared at Chu Jingyang and said gravely, "I'm afraid I didn't understand what you just said. Could you repeat it for me?"
Chu Jingyang's heart pounded in his chest, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He had just told everyone to get lost.
Telling the Ten Thousand Martial Guards to get lost? How could the always elusive Ten Thousand Martial Guards possibly appear here?
"Speak up!" Ji Ping's voice suddenly grew louder, his tone icy cold.
Chu Jingyang was, after all, a senior member of the Martial Association. His thoughts gradually stabilized. He pointed at Fan Yuanjun and said, "I came with him to find a man named Chen Yang."
