"You…" The eighth young master screamed in anger.
When he came to the Bai family, he didn't expect things to turn out this way.
However, there was nothing he could do.
The opponent was stronger than himself. If he insisted on fighting, he would die like the rest.
With a look at his dead guards, the eighth young master gritted his teeth and looked at Yu Nianzhen, "what chance?"
Yu Nianzhen didn't speak.
Instead, he walked toward the person, and the eighth young master tried to take a step back.
Unfortunately, the pressure from the approaching swordsman was too great, and the eighth young master couldn't move a muscle.
"Didn't you say you will let me live? He asked in fear.
"Take it."
Yu Nianzhen stretched out his hand, and the eighth young master saw a bottle on the other's palm.
He looked at the bottle, hesitated for a moment, but eventually took it.
