Meng Qianqian withdrew her gaze, took the bounding Tan'er, and left without looking back.
Lu Yuan lifted his icy, slender fingertips and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, laughing mischievously.
"Come out."
He said.
From within a dilapidated courtyard in the alley, a masked man wearing a bamboo hat emerged.
The man wielded a long sword and approached Lu Yuan with murderous intent, speaking coldly: "Lu Yuan, today has finally come for you!"
"Heh." Lu Yuan sneered.
Sitting on the dusty ground, leaning against the cold, hard wall, with one leg bent, his casual demeanor made the masked man grit his teeth in fury.
"Traitor! Prepare to die!"
With a fierce strike, the man's sword aimed straight for Lu Yuan's face, the sheer force of the sword qi capable of severing mountains and rivers!
Yet, just as the blade neared its target, a sharp arrow whistled through the air, piercing his chest forcibly!
