"Miss An, after a month of separation, we meet again."
Lancelot sat in the hall of the Yu Family Mansion, coldly watching An Yiqing, who had just crawled out of the cultivation base. He glanced at the blood covering An Yiqing and a trace of mockery appeared in his eyes.
"Miss An is still as vulgar as ever, the smell of all that blood is quite nauseating." With that, Lancelot pretended to fan his nose in disgust, looking repugnant.
The Sacred Temple Knight who accompanied him, along with several men that An Yiqing hadn't seen before, all wore mocking smiles, looking at the Thirteen Blood Generals as if they were a heap of trash.
An Yiqing's heart sank; the moment she saw Lancelot, she knew today's confrontation wouldn't end peacefully.
