The tall man wearing a white robe retracted his sword and took a glance at Hua Wanru, and Yang Mengli with a proud smile hung on his lips. His name was Zhao Yebai, one of the direct disciples of the White Feather Sect Master.
He had been hiding in this place, waiting for a prey to pass by, and did not expect the first prey he saw would be the Frozen Moon Palace's disciples. This made him ecstatic, and he couldn't wait to lay a hand on them.
Yang Mengli tried to suppress her injuries and turned to look at Zhao Yebai vigilantly. "You're Zhao Yebai of the White Feather Sect."
The smile on Zhao Yebai grew wider as he slowly approached Yang Mengli. "It's my honor to be known by Fairy Yang… Do you need my help? Hehe."
Yang Mengli stared at him coldly. "You're not afraid to implicate your sect by doing this to us?"
