Watching Cen Xiaoran being blasted far away by a barrage of attacks, Pei Yan looked in shock at Lin Junzhao, who had unleashed a storm one second and was calm the next, only to suddenly strike again. Pei Yan sprang up from the wicker chair, amazed at how unpredictable and capricious this energy being, maintaining a female appearance, was.
However, as soon as Pei Yan stood up, he was violently knocked back by a powerful force. As the wicker chair behind him shook dramatically, Lin Junzhao turned her head and glanced at Pei Yan with a wicked look, sneering, "What, even you want to join them in capturing me?"
"Let's—let's talk things over, everything can—be negotiated," Pei Yan, breathing difficultly under the strong external force holding him firmly on the chair, struggled to persuade.
