With those words, An Yan walked up the mountain.
As soon as she appeared, An Chang, as if seeing a lifesaving straw, quickly called out, "Yan'er, quickly save me, those matters at home were all their doing, I have nothing...".
Before he could finish speaking, Xue An swung his sword horizontally.
An Chang's head soared into the air, only completing his last word in mid-flight.
"...to do with!"
After that, his head hit the ground, his face still frozen with the last trace of horror.
Xue An said indifferently, "Truly noisy!"
Then he looked up at An Yan with a smile, "How come you are here?"
An Yan brushed the hair by her ear aside, revealing a radiant smile, "I was worried about you, so I came to see!"
Xue An nodded, pointing with his sword at Jin Xiurong and An Xue, among others.
"Them..."
An Yan lowered her head, a determined color flashing in her eyes, "Zhongdu has no An Family that would take refuge with foreign enemies!"
