Wang Anfeng watched Yuchi Jie in front of him, his broad sword returned to its sheath. He stifled the chilling sharp essence that cloaked him, looking again like a mild-mannered young scholar.
Yuchi Jie wore a faint smile.
Wang Anfeng pondered for a moment, then said,
"Yuchi, by saying so, you must have already devised a plan."
"As you mentioned, with no fewer than six hundred martial artists outside, at least three of Middle Third Rank, do you require assistance?"
Yuchi Jie shook his head with a smile, "No need, at least not yet. Brother Wang, just chat here with Yan Bo for a while."
"As for me, having Elder Lu with me is enough."
"With Elder Lu's martial arts, if we had to fight our way out, he definitely couldn't handle six hundred people on his own, but if it comes down to it, to break through and escape with me, it's not that difficult."
Wang Anfeng furrowed his brow, slowly nodded, and said,
"If that's the case, be very careful."
