"Is it you?!"
Upon recognizing the person, Liang Zhan's heart trembled.
Around the Medicine Valley, eight direct disciples stood guard!
He could not imagine how the person managed to infiltrate without a sound.
"Somebody come—"
As Liang Zhan shouted, he raised his long sword in an attempt to strike back.
"Bang—"
He had just lifted his arm when another black thunderbolt struck, piercing through his wrist and nailing it to the wall. His long sword clanged to the ground, and he lost any ability to resist.
"Brother Chen!"
Liang Zhan squeezed out a smile at the masked figure before him, but it appeared twisted due to the intense pain: "Brother Chen, there is no need for such drastic measures, right?"
"Less nonsense!"
Chen Sansi tore off his mask.
In fact, his weapon was so conspicuous that being masked or not made little difference.
The only safe method was to tie up loose ends cleanly.
