Lord Yue's figure appeared behind him like a ghost as he said in a deep voice, "Perhaps I can help you."
Long Jingtian's eyes sparkled before he gave a cold laugh, "You're just at the mid-stage of Foundation Building; even if we join forces, we won't be a match for Xiao Qiang."
Beneath the black mask of Lord Yue, his expression remained neutral, and his voice was plain and unremarkable, yet the words he spoke caused Long Jingtian to turn pale with shock.
Two slender figures stiffly walked in: it was Liu Xiaoyi and her sister, Liu Xiaole. Their expressions were numb, clearly under control.
Long Jingtian frowned and asked indifferently, "What do you mean by this?"
Lord Yue let out a sinister chuckle, "Xiao Qiang, that hypocrite, is cold and ruthless to his enemies, but he takes especially good care of these women. The brilliant Eldest Young Master Long should understand what I mean, right?"
Long Jingtian, watching Lord Yue's figure gradually disappear, fell deep in thought.
