He vaguely felt something was off.
Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?
Chu Zhiyuan called out, "Xiao Zheng, come back."
"Yes." Fu Zheng responded, the light on the sword suddenly surged.
In a flash, she appeared beside Chu Zhiyuan, holding the sword straight towards the six middle-aged men.
The faces of the six middle-aged men were gloomy enough to drip water.
They were hiding here for secrecy, almost ensuring no one would see them.
Yet they just had to run into Fu Zheng.
Originally, they intended to take action directly and eliminate her to avoid attracting more people.
But Fu Zheng's swordsmanship was astonishing, managing to block their fierce attacks, followed by more experts arriving.
Their hearts kept sinking, knowing something was amiss.
Chu Zhiyuan said solemnly, "Are you people from Yuanzhen?"
"Who are you?" A square-faced middle-aged man said solemnly, concentrating and scrutinizing Chu Zhiyuan.
