"You rest first, I'm leaving."
"Little Yang!"
Just as Nalan Shuo stood up, before he could say anything, Yang Xiao's figure disappeared with a "whoosh."
With the Soul-Capturing Mirror, he came and went without a trace, like a ghost.
At this moment, it was still the pitch-black night outside. Yang Xiao quickly found Daoist Qingfeng squatting in the shadows on the curb.
The other man had his hands on his cheeks, with a fierce look on his face, seemingly pondering life.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng." To avoid startling him, Yang Xiao appeared a few meters away on purpose.
Seeing Yang Xiao, Daoist Qingfeng stood up and eagerly defended himself, "Junior Brother, I spared him for your sake this time. That Director of yours, I couldn't bear to go all out. Otherwise... hmph, I would have definitely gotten away!"
"Of course, you showed me great favor, Senior Brother. Many thanks this time!" Yang Xiao knew Senior Brother Qingfeng valued face; this was his way of saving it.
