Hai Feng cried out: "Master!"
When the dust flew back, the figure that stood in front of Ouyang Xueqing was revealed. It was none other than Mo Yujian. Their gazes met and she felt her heart skipped a beat. Like a bewitched fool, she could only stand there in a trance.
Mo Yujian averted his gaze. His face was stern and his eyes chilly when he swapped his eyes upon them one by one. "Who can tell me what happened here?"
The shadow guards felt like an ice bucket had just being poured over their head. What…What had they done? Did they just gang up on a little ten years old boy? How could they step so low?
It was especially so for Sang Kelu. He felt faint as if his blood had all being sucked out from his body. His face paled considerably as he stammered. "M—Master…" His knees buckled and he fell down on his knees.
