"Joke, who wants to get along with your Martial Success Academy? Today, this Thousand-Leaf Spiritual Medicine is reserved by our Brother Yan Xuan. If you have any sense, you'd kneel and offer it up to avoid the disaster of death."
Among the Zhan Yan Sect group, a man with a hooked nose laughed uproariously.
Chu Fengmian remembered this hooked-nosed man as a martial artist from the Zhan Yan Sect named Yan Mei.
Yan Mei sized up Mo Changhen and his group with a glance, but then his gaze shifted and locked onto Yue Zhanqing and Yun Jialan, who were hiding at the back.
In the eyes of Yan Mei, a sinister intent emerged as he said,
"Ha ha ha, I was just feeling bored in this broken Holy Land. You're called Mo Changhen, right? Well, how about this: you don't have to kneel today, but you just need to hand over the two women behind you."
"What!"
Mo Changhen had intended to converse with these Zhan Yan Sect disciples, but upon hearing Yan Mei's words, his face underwent a drastic change.
