"Wait."
Just as Han Yueli was about to draw her sword, Chu Fengmian quietly spoke up, stepping in front of her.
"What? You scared, kid? Are you afraid your little lover will die at the hands of this old man?"
Lu Que burst into laughter upon hearing Chu Fengmian speak.
"If that's the case, then kneel down obediently right now and offer a proper apology to our Lu family. Hand over the sword you're holding, and I might spare your life today!"
"Hmm?"
Chu Fengmian looked toward Lu Que, his eyes filled with disdain.
"This old fool, there's no need for you to intervene. I am more than enough to deal with him myself."
Chu Fengmian said casually.
"What?"
"Has Chu Fengmian gone mad?"
Upon hearing Chu Fengmian's words, the countless onlookers were certain they had misheard.
Chu Fengmian was going to take on Lu Que himself?
