Yang Zhen jumped in surprise. It was the first time he had encountered such an unusual entrance; he looked subconsciously at the newcomer and was taken aback for a moment.
"Guo Jing?"
After recognizing the newcomer, Yang Zhen's face registered even more astonishment, and he involuntarily lifted his gaze to the sky.
"Please show mercy, friend Yang!"
A robust middle-aged man stood on thin air as if afraid of a misunderstanding, slowly descending in front of Yang Zhen. Without even glancing at Young Master Feng, he said with a smile:
"This is all a misunderstanding. We've looked into the matter at the Mountain and River ruins. As for what happened to my younger sister, you're entirely uninvolved. This bastard is the root cause of it all."
Yang Zhen blinked, looking at the nearly dead Guo Jing, he asked in puzzlement, "Do I have a grudge against you?"
Guo Jing sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. He snorted coldly and remained silent.