"Who do you think you are? It's not your turn to speak!"
With a cold snort, Night Ming's momentum surged, ready to fling Long Yan away.
"Great Elder, Long Yan is my friend, I suggest you don't touch him."
At that moment, Ye Han Smoke stood in front of Long Yan, looking coldly at Night Ming, his tone carrying a warning.
"You're Long Yan?"
At this moment, another Elder at the Nirvana realm spoke, his gaze scrutinizing Long Yan carefully.
The Elder was dressed in luxurious clothes, obviously a person from the Ten Thousand Merchant Alliance, especially his pair of snow-white eyebrows, which were particularly striking.
"Elder Bai Mei, he is indeed Long Yan."
Before Long Yan could speak, a voice came from behind him. Then, Wang Chuan came to Elder Bai Mei's side.
"Kid, I didn't think you'd still be alive."
Wang Chuan's gaze fell on Long Yan, surprise flickering in his eyes. He had thought that Long Yan had been slain by the Corpse King.
"Just sheer luck."
Long Yan gave a smile.
