Han Wubing grabbed the two bottles and strode away.
Ye Jiuyou seemed to move slightly, as if wanting to pursue, but Zhao Changhe blocked her path by swinging his knife to the right.
Ye Jiuyou did not move, and said calmly, "So the Sword Emperor is a senior with magnanimity, and Han Wubing was once a friend. Only I, Ye Jiuyou, am your enemy, is that it?"
Zhao Changhe sighed, "Didn't you hear Han Wubing say they conspired to kill you, and it was us who thwarted it? We clearly saved you."
Ye Jiuyou sneered, "Didn't you hear him say their plot might not succeed? Besides, I can't die, it seems to me you were meddling."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe finally turned to look at her, "Apart from meddling, don't you know we originally had another choice."
