Fan Yang's expression was full of grievance, as if he truly didn't know Chu Mo would make a move, his gaze without a trace of evasion, appearing exceedingly sincere.
Yiyi's eyes were cold as she looked at Fan Yang, anger mixed with a touch of helplessness. After all, Fan Yang had been her follower for some years, always loyal and undeviating, never defying her. Seeing Fan Yang's aggrieved look, at this moment, Yiyi really began to wonder whether Fan Yang was deliberate or unintentional.
That move just now had been too coincidental!
If not for Fan Yang appearing right in the line of attack of Chu Mo's strike, that Imperial Lord of the third level would have surely been cleaved by Chu Mo's blade!
