"Scoundrel, how dare you!" Xu Yihong waved his hand to summon back the flying sword, stepped onto the rooftop, and hurried over, "Let go of that lady!"
"Oh?"
At this moment, the young man in the blue robe also saw Lu Zheng and the two others.
A distinguished young master and two peerless beauties stood on the roof in the dead of night; clearly, they were not ones to be trifled with.
The young man in the blue robe's eyes flashed, and he hesitated for a moment before abruptly changing direction, leaping agilely toward another side.
Lu Zheng extended a hand, and a White Cloud Hand Seal manifested out of thin air, descending from the heavens straight toward the young man in the blue robe.
The young man in the blue robe's pupils contracted suddenly.
Meanwhile, Xu Yihong, following behind, also saw Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan and couldn't help but exclaim with joy, "Brother Lu! Miss Liu!"
