He Smiled
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The nearly empty street was suddenly filled with dozens of men dressed in black holding swords rushing straight at them. The few people in the street who were packing up and closing their shops fled at the sight of the men in black.
The atmosphere in the street changed with the appearance of the men in black. The pressure and thirst for blood that was emitted from the men made one freeze in fear.
Feeling the change, Feng Jiu who was still wrapped in Ling Mo Han's arms tapped his hands and said: "Let me go." The strength of these men was not mediocre, the lowest of their strength were Golden Core cultivators, and there were also a few of the men who were Nascent Soul cultivators!
These men were not here for her, they were here for Ling Mo Han.
Perhaps not for his current identity, but for his original identity! Otherwise, no one would need to send out such a strong army of men. They were clearly here to take his life!