After the Feng Clan left, this storm subsided.
Qi Huan was still talking to Ming Yue. The atmosphere was a little off.
Ye Qiu's eyes darted around. Clearly, he couldn't stay here for long. He has to retreat. The matter with the Feng Clan had been resolved, but his matter had yet to be resolved.
Ming Yue might be young and innocent, so she couldn't tell what Ye Qiu was thinking. However, Qi Huan, this old fox, was not ordinary. If he saw through it and wanted to settle scores with him, wouldn't he be in deep trouble?
The martial world was dangerous. If he couldn't do it, he would retreat.
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu took advantage of the fact that no one's attention was on him to silently sneak into the crowd and prepare to escape.
At this moment, a voice stopped him.
"Haha, young friend Ye Qiu, where are you going?"
Ye Qiu's heart trembled.
Oh no, oh no. He had been recognized.
"Ah… Haha…"
