Immediately after, a woman flew through the air, just like Liu Yanran had done before.
Upon a closer look, Li Huai recognized her. It was indeed Meng Hongyue!
Though the night was dark, the faint moonlight offered some illumination. Under it, Meng Hongyue wore her customary black cloak, causing her remarkably beautiful face to appear even paler, devoid of any color. She was expressionless. She appeared to be a walking corpse, devoid of emotions and soul.
"Li Huai, I apologize, once again, I have appeared. Jiang Nanxing is my enemy and I must kill him myself!" As Meng Hongyue spoke these words, there was some sorrow in her voice, even a glimmer of tears in her eyes.
"Ha ha!" Jiang Nanxing laughed loudly, forcing Liu Yanran back with a palm strike, before retreating tens of meters onto a large rock. He was still flamboyant with his sly eyes, "Enemy? I, Jiang Nanxing, have countless enemies in my lifetime. Who are you to me?"
