Just then, with a loud bang, the door to his room was kicked open by Ye Wudao who swaggered in from the outside.
Liang Zigen's eyebrows twitched, and for some reason, he had a very bad premonition, feeling that this man was very dangerous, which immediately put him on alert.
"Who are you?"
In Liang Zigen's hand, undetected by any spirit or ghost, was a bizarre knife about a foot long, concealed in his sleeve and hidden in such a way that it went unnoticed.
"You are Su Xin's Senior Brother, Liang Zigen, aren't you?" Ye Wudao had now found the main culprit and was no longer in a hurry, confident that with himself there, Ye Wudao would make it impossible for him to fly even if he had wings.
"Are you the helper my Junior Sister called for?" Liang Zigen, thinking back to the incident when the eighteenth needle broke just moments ago, asked with a grim face.
