Yun Haofeng’s hand had just touched the chess piece inside the Chessman when the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
What he saw was different from what Yun Qianjiang saw. He saw that he was hung on the mountain gate of the primal sword sect, and Sect Master Helian and the others glared at him.
“Yun Qianyi kidnapped the sword ruins of our primal sword sect. You should stay and pay with your life!”
Yun Haofeng wanted to defend himself. This matter had nothing to do with him, but he couldn’t make a sound. Seeing that thousands of arrows were about to pierce his heart, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Qianyi’s niece was so kind. How could she leave him alone? !
With that thought, his spiritual sense suddenly trembled. The illusion in front of him had disappeared. There was only a chessboard in front of him.
He secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He glanced at Yun chujiu with some gratitude, then picked up a white piece and placed it in the right position.
