Li Shulan's expression was stiff, forcing a smile uglier than crying: "Ye Qianlong, you're joking. We're companions, how could we do such self-destructive things? If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave first."
After speaking, Li Shulan quickly pulled Wei Yong away, not daring to stay, fearing that Ye Qingzhou might act on a whim.
Ye Qingzhou placed his hand on his sword, secretly lamenting: "To think they wouldn't act even now, truly patient."
Stroking the sword hilt, Ye Qingzhou was in no hurry to kill Wei Yong and Li Shulan. These so-called Martial Arts Masters of the Junshan Association had long lost their pioneering spirit, relying on their age to intimidate, nothing but dry bones in a grave.
Thus, they were the ones eager, for the further it went, the stronger Ye Qingzhou's power would become, forming a crushing stance against them.
Time passes like the flow of a river, never ceasing, day or night.
