Seeing the person walking out of the house was Li Chen, the expressions on the two people's faces appeared somewhat complex.
Not sure whether to sigh or feel relieved, the two exchanged a glance and saw an unusual color in each other's eyes.
Because in their hearts, even they were unsure if they truly wanted to see that person.
Even if they themselves had been forgotten.
This emotional expression didn't last long before their faces turned cold.
Indeed, it was a trap, not a very clever one, but both of them still fell for it.
This means that although this trap was not clever, it was still effective in practice.
"Li Chen!" At this moment, Yu Lian suddenly spoke.
"Li Chen?" Duanmu Wuliang looked at the young man in the distance holding a blood-colored blade and then asked Yu Lian, "Is that Li Chen?"
"That's right," Yu Lian nodded, "I met him before with Han Jue, so I can confirm."
