There was only an aged Uncle Qingyi, and Liu Yan stood in front of him, speaking respectfully.
Upon the sudden intrusion of the unwelcome guest, both were initially stunned, then a killing intent surged forth.
Feng Yueya sensed their murderous aura and guessed they must have been doing something unsavory; now that she had caught them, they probably wanted to silence her.
Judging by Liu Yan's respectful demeanor towards Uncle Qingyi, his cultivation must be quite high.
She had only intended to confront Liu Yan alone, not two people.
Uh-oh, the odds were not looking good; in fact, she practically had no chance at all.
She glowered at Yun Shangyuan from the corner of her eye and inwardly cursed:
"Damn ghost, didn't you say they were busy?! Now look what's happened, I'm certain to be carried out here horizontally!"
As if he knew she was cursing him internally, Yun Shangyuan spoke, "They were indeed busy, it's your mind that's impure and prone to wandering thoughts."
