Long Fei stood at the back, his brows deeply furrowed as he shook his head.
"Bai Jie'er is right, this young master really does have a small amount of courage."
He sheathed his sword and pulled Yan Wushuang back, comforting his wounded little heart, "Don't worry, as long as you lead us to the Yan Family Ancestral Grounds, we won't kill you."
Yan Wushuang swallowed hard; in the Yan Family, Long Fei had already been made out to be a figure like the Great Devil himself.
First slicing Yan Wuji with his sword, then killing the eight second-generation Elders.
Now the Clan Leader's most beloved daughter, Yan Danni, had also died at Long Fei's hands.
If the direct descendants were no match, let alone someone from a collateral branch like him.
His teeth chattered, his eyes darted about, and he pretended to agree, "Alright, alright, as long as you don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want."
