Having agreed on the location, Yan Yiqiu hung up the phone proactively and informed Chang Yan of the Imperial City Sword God, Yuan Gang, and others.
"This might be an opportunity to capture Long Chen," Xuanyuan Madman immediately said. "As long as we capture Long Chen, Yu'er will come back, and furthermore, after capturing Long Chen, there will be much we can do. We have the Sword God, Senior Yuan Gang, the Princely Heir, and myself—four of us in all—surely we can defeat Long Chen."
Yan Yiqiu furrowed his brow, "Grandfather Xuanyuan, do you think I'm inferior to Long Chen?"
"No, no, no, I meant no such thing," Xuanyuan Madman hurriedly replied. "I just want to take down Long Chen quickly."
"In that case, don't mention it again, I don't like to hear it," Yan Yiqiu said lightly.
His tone had cooled a few degrees.
Xuanyuan Madman quickly nodded, "Heir, I realize my mistake."
"No matter, let's go."
Yan Yiqiu waved his hand and stepped away.
