"Young master?" The person who was stopped felt very confused.
"The situation has changed, retreat first." The icy voice sent chills down their spines. The group dared not defy the order and silently withdrew.
Yan Xiu frowned deeply.
Shen Quan and Jian Yi also felt it strange.
Jian Yi glanced at Yan Xiu, preparing to delve into the darkness to investigate when a shadow swept past.
He immediately drew his sword and advanced.
"Swish, swish, swish—" The sound of wind-breaking rang out, and many masked men in black attire appeared, swords in hand attacking Yan Xiu in the street.
A few people appeared in front of Yan Xiu, raising their swords to meet the attack.
Another group, dressed similarly, this time charged towards Li Yuyu.
"Miss, be careful!"
Xue Yin pulled off the belt from her waist, it turned out to be a long silk ribbon. The soft ribbon danced under Xue Yin's command, agilely striking at the airborne attackers.
