"The cloak has disappeared?" Both groups of people were stunned.
Bai Ling's expression changed when she saw the short martial artist near the stone statue, "Du Fei, you dare to secretly steal the cloak behind our backs!"
"Hand over the cloak!" the disciples of the Yuhua Sect behind Bai Ling shouted loudly.
However, before Du Fang could speak, the distant short martial artist screamed wildly, "It's Lin Xuan, stop him quick!"
"Lin Xuan!" The crowd was slightly startled at the mention of his name, having naturally heard of Lin Xuan's exploits—a formidable figure indeed.
But at this moment, Du Fei couldn't care less; his eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan, as if they could shoot out fire.
From a distance, Bai Ling and the other Yuhua Sect disciples were also watching Lin Xuan with caution.
"Kid, we weren't looking for you, but you've come to us! Hand over the cloak and the Futu Order!" Du Fei's words were chilling.
