"The 'Xuanhuo Saber' Qi Yan?"
Yuan Chengkai had already recognized Qi Yan's identity and chuckled at himself, "It seems my luck is not very good today, to have encountered a fallen dog of a household."
"Indeed, but you are hardly one to talk!" Qi Yan huffed lightly, flying to the mast of the official ship and coming to a stop.
At the same time, a cluster of flames gathered at the rear deck of this ship, gradually solidifying into his Seventh Realm combat dragon, the 'Flame Blood Burning Dragon'."
Yuan Chengkai did not stop him, but looked at Qi Yan's chest and abdomen sword wound with a peculiar expression: "Was this cut by Meng Weiyun? It seems this woman has indeed made great progress in the martial path, nearing the Seventh Realm. It must be quite uncomfortable for you now?"
"Burning agony within! Fortunately, I do not have to endure it much longer."
Qi Yan replied succinctly.
