"You?"
Jiang Xiantao was furious.
Am I really just a driver and bodyguard?
Have I become a maid really?
Without much thought, a figure emerged under the streetlight ahead.
This figure was twirling a delicate flying knife in hand, chuckling, "Mr. Ye seems to have anticipated our arrival."
"It seems this elixir is quite tempting."
Ye Qingfeng shrugged. "I remember your name is Li Fei, a descendant of a small family in Lingnan."
"Good memory, I only introduced myself once today, and you remembered. But too bad you won't have another chance. Isn't it reckless for an ordinary person to intrude into the ancient martial world bearing treasures?"
The figure slightly trembled and moved into the shadow. It was a slender young man in his twenties.
The flying knife in his hand darted like a silver chain between his fingers.
"Also, Lei Zhenzi, Fire Demon, since you're here, come out too!"
Ye Qingfeng said flatly.
Silence enveloped the surroundings, no one responded.
