"Sister," the silver-haired beauty was alarmed, wanting to go down and assist her sister, but her steps were hindered by Yan Jin. As her anxiety grew, with a bang, she struck out at Yan Jin with her palm.
But with Yan Jin's strength, how could he give her an opening? It was initially the silver-haired beauty who prevented Yan Jin from rescuing Mu Ruyue, but now their roles were reversed.
In the dusky evening sun, Ye Wuchen looked coldly at the black-haired beauty whose face showed fear, swiftly drawing a purple longsword with a whoosh.
The moment the Purple Sword was seen, Mu Ruyue's body behind him trembled slightly.
"Silver Mask!"
That man with the silver mask was Ye Wuchen!
No wonder she felt a sense of familiarity, yet it was laughable that she never knew Ye Wuchen had always been by her side. In this moment, Mu Ruyue's heart was filled with turmoil, uncertain of how to regard Ye Wuchen.
