A Storm Rages

Meanwhile, Duan Ling Tian heard a wave of clamorous noise sounding from outside the front courtyard. He knew that the events here had alarmed the other people.

Under the girl’s frightened gaze, Duan Ling Tian’s brows knitted before he raised his hand and knocked the girl out, only then did he chase out of the window.

In any case, his face was currently covered, and thus he wasn’t worried about being recognized.

Outside the window was the rear courtyard of this courtyard house, and currently that Su Yong was leaning against the rear courtyard’s wall, unmoving and without a trace of life. Obviously he didn’t succeed in his escape.

Think about it, how could a sixth level Nascent Soul martial artist succeed in fleeing under the joint chase of two seventh level Nascent Soul martial artists?

Meanwhile, Zhang Qian removed Su Yong’s Spatial Ring and respectfully passed it into Duan Ling Tian’s hand. "Young Master."