A faint smile appeared on his face, and his figure instantly flew backwards, swiftly distancing himself. This speed far exceeded the level he had previously displayed, leaving only a slightly mocking voice in the air.
"You've always been too confident."
Wang Anfeng seemed oblivious to his actions, merely taking the wooden sword from his back, inserting it into the ground, and leisurely tidying his collar and cuffs, rolling up the black sleeves to reveal a white patterned inner lining and a portion of his arm.
At this moment, Dongfang Ximing, led by Gong Yu, arrived within three hundred steps of Wang Anfeng. Her heart quickened as she watched the composed Wang Anfeng, experiencing a mix of joy and regret.
Regret that they couldn't capture the villain.
Just then, Wang Anfeng, with his back to her, spoke softly:
"Were you startled... no, listen to me, you must be very scared."
"It's alright now, you're safe. Ah, brother will get back at them for you."
