Although other people didn’t see how Tan Jiao came, Ye Mo saw very clearly. He glided in from outside. This martial art was a bit like the wind control Ye Mo used but it was inferior to wind control.
Ye Mo sneered. He wanted to ask where this old fart lived before but now he sent himself here instead.
Before Ye Mo could talk, another man suddenly entered. He wore grey robes and seemed in his 50’s.
The grey robed man stopped Tan Jiao: "Old Tan, the incident is between the He Liu sect and Ye Mo. Don’t harm his family. I know Gong Zizai is your friend but even if you want revenge, it should be at Ye Mo. It has nothing to do with other people."
"Qingfeng brother, are you going to stop me as well?" Tan Jiao frowned.
