The sword light, like a thunderbolt, sliced through the air, landing directly in front of Yang Qianyan in an instant without him sensing it.
Bang.
With a crisp sound, Yang Qianyan's arm fell straight to the ground.
In the air, the cold figure had its gaze locked onto Yang Chengyin.
"Yang Chengyin, I didn't expect you to be here."
Yang Chengyin looked at Long Xuan in the air and smiled, "I also didn't expect you to return here."
Long Xuan squinted and questioned, "So, the figure I was tracking was a decoy you deliberately set up."
Yang Chengyin smiled, "Otherwise? If I didn't purposely show some flaws, how could I lure you away to another place? But I'm also curious, what exactly makes you rush here. These people can't all be your friends, right?"
"If I said they were friends, would you believe me?"
Yang Chengyin's lips curved slightly, clearly not believing Long Xuan's words in the slightest.
