When that first call of "Qing Jun" rang out.
None knew whom the young Confucian Scholar, who had just rushed over, was calling for.
But as he hastened close, repelled by the silvery white Sword Qi, and inexplicably let out a light call.
A miracle occurred.
When the young Confucian Scholar charged again.
The silvery white Sword Qi, which not even the Golden Core Sword Cultivators could slightly penetrate, shuddered with its master.
It shrank back.
No longer daring to touch him in the slightest.
Just as a fawn faces a descending tiger, or as a gazelle sees a slowly circling hungry wolf.
However, before people could marvel for long.
The next instant.
The young Confucian Scholar had already stepped forward and taken Lingfei's left hand.
Yes.
There was no mistake.
The hand he took... it was Lingfei's!
What... what had he done?
Jiang Chebai's chest fluctuated violently, and he suddenly sucked in air, producing a "heh… heh… heh" sound, his eyes bulged with bloodshot veins.
