Cousin

Ling Chuxi's heart sank. This woman could change her attitude faster than flipping a book! Although he didn't know how strong her true strength was, but from the way she easily blocked Feng congyun's flying sword, she was at least a master of the middle stage of the monarch level. Moreover, judging from Jing Ziyu and zhihan's fearful behavior just now, they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Once this woman turned hostile, she was by no means ordinary.

Ling Chuxi's other hand subconsciously touched the sword hilt. At this moment, a soft chuckle was heard by her ear."Aunt, don't play with her. If you really scare her, how are you going to explain yourself?"

After the laughter, a handsome young man appeared in front of him.

Dongfang Yi? Ling Chuxi looked at this young man in surprise. Wasn't this Huangfu qingjue's best friend, Dongfang Yi? So he was in the Qing-Yun realm as well. But why was he here? who was his aunt?