A trace of dense amazement flashed across everyone's eyes. Other than being stunned, the fear in their hearts seemed to have dissipated. The morning light shone behind him, casting his face into the dark. However, even though they did not see who he was, everyone still seemed to have found their backbone.
When he got closer, everyone finally saw his face clearly and could not help but be stunned.
This was… the Second Young Master?
No, that's not it!
The Second Young Master did not have such powerful martial arts, nor did he have the temperament of a ruler.
But to say that it was the ancestor… It was not true either.
The ancestor was not so young…
Everyone looked at Yan Jiuchao with their mouths agape. Someone mustered their courage and asked, "Who are you?"
Yan Jiuchao did not say anything. He carried the unconscious Sikong Changfeng into the house.
