"Yuan Lang, what exactly does your Yuan family want to do?" Lan Lian asked coldly.
Yuan Lang sneered coldly, "You ask what we want to do; of course, we want your Golden Luan Feathered Garment. Hand it over obediently, and I can let you die faster."
"Hmph, just you and yours?" Lan Lian snorted coldly.
"What if I join in?" Suddenly a chilling voice echoed.
Lan Lian's face slightly changed as she looked at the figure that had appeared.
"Yuan Biao, it seems your Yuan family has gone to great lengths for this Golden Luan Feathered Garment, even the family head is here." Lan Lian spoke coldly.
"Little girl, quickly hand over the garment, save me the trouble," Yuan Biao stated coldly.
"Hmph, Yuan Biao, are you Yuan family planning to become mortal enemies with us the Black Sail? If this spreads out, there will be no end between us and your family." Lan Lian shouted angrily.
"No end?" Yuan Lang suddenly laughed.
