On top of the Lanyue House, Li Xuan, who was watching Luo Yan, had his right hand pressed tightly against his Huaiyi Blade at his waist, his thoughts struggling for a while.
Should he reveal the identity of Demoness Zidie and capture her?
Li Xuan felt as if a devil was tempting him in his heart. He thought that if Demoness Zidie's identity was exposed, all the injustices he had suffered could be cleared, and the societal death he was facing could be reversed.
But Li Xuan's right hand did not budge, and he could never pull out the Huaiyi Blade.
He thought of Luo Yan's aid to him these days. Especially today when Zidie, risking the exposure of her identity, helped him to defeat the Winged Devil.
Li Xuan knew that he couldn't draw his blade against her, he was a gentleman, he couldn't bring himself to betray her after taking her help.
"Catch!"
At this moment, Luo Yan suddenly threw something over. Li Xuan caught it and was puzzled, "What is this?"
