Dim moonlight shone over the earth.
Ling Han came to the courtyard where Jian Wushuang lived, followed by a noble and dignified young man.
"Listen, Ye Se, try your best to make that man battle with all his strength, you can invite him to fight with you, if he doesn't agree, you can force him to do so, but do not hurt him too badly, understand?" looking at the young man, Ling Han warned.
The young man was called Ye Se, the strongest among the young generation in Daluo Heaven Sect.
In the young generation of Daluo Heaven Sect, he was the only one who was capable of fighting with Chen Feng.
"I got it." Ye Se nodded slightly. As he was talking, he was ready to go to the courtyard.
"Em, wait a minute!" suddenly Ling Han shouted to stop him.
"What happened?" Ye Se looked over at him.
Ling Han didn't say anything, but his eyes had turned to the courtyard.
They could see Jian Wushuang, wearing black, practicing swordsmanship alone.
