"Senior Sister Lin, Senior Brother Yang?"
When the purple-haired youth saw Lin Qingpei and the other approaching, his expression slightly changed, and he temporarily reined in his cold demeanor.
"Junior Brother Fang, what brings you here? Do you need some help from me?" The young man walking beside Lin Qingpei asked with a faint smile, his face showing a hint of mockery as he glanced at Lu Yun and revealed an interested expression.
His name was Yang Kun, one of the young Heavenly Prides of Tianxing Mountain, with terrifying talent and strength, second only to a few like Lin Qingpei.
Lin Qingpei held a cyan sword in her hand. Even sheathed, it could not hide its sharpness, and she possessed an elegance as tranquil as chrysanthemums, a cold demeanor, appearing like a female sword immortal untouched by the mundane world. She said lightly, "This person is not simple; it would be wise not to provoke him."
