The voice arrived before the person did.
As soon as Yang Junmo heard the voice, he knew that the person coming was none other than Princess Lin An, Zhao Ziyuan.
A streak of sword light descended, revealing Lin An's figure.
"To think there's assistance, but it doesn't matter. One more makes no difference; you shall be slain all the same,"
Ji Baoshan said.
Yang Junmo cupped his fists in preparation to give his respects, when Lin An spoke, "Su Chengyu said he was good friends with you. Is this how you treat a good friend?"
"I couldn't overcome him, could I? I surely can't just throw away my life here."
At this moment, Yang Junmo also felt relieved. With Lin An stepping in, this group from the Ancient Clan was no match.
"Trash, get out of the way."
Lin An cursed, then turned her gaze towards the others present.
"Su Chengyu is my friend. With me here, you can't touch him. I don't wish to kill, so you all had better leave."
