If Lin Qingque ended up in the hands of the enemy, then going out to rescue him would undoubtedly increase the risk tremendously.
Only Lin Qingque, still with a smiling face, affectionately gazed at Xu Yuan, seemingly unworried.
The middle-aged scholar watching the play in the tavern was first stunned, a hint of surprise crossing his eyes, followed quickly by overwhelming fury.
It was already remarkable that he hadn't attacked these juniors, yet they even dared to strike at him first?
The scholar indifferently pointed into the void, and from his fingertip, bright sword light instantly shot out like a spirit snake leaving its hole.
Xu Yuan did not dodge or evade.
This time, he chose to take the initiative to attack both to confuse the situation and to gauge his own strength—how it measured up in the current Cultivation World.
