"Young master, you should leave first." The number of men in black seemed to be increasing, and gradually, Qiaoqiao and Lin Ziyin were beginning to struggle. Qiaoqiao was also starting to worry.
At this moment, Lin Ziyin somewhat regretted her bold impulse earlier. If the people she had brought with her were injured, she would feel even worse. After all, she wasn't particularly well-acquainted with the people she had rescued.
To let those who followed her be hurt for the sake of strangers really was a bad bargain.
"Miss, be careful." Qiaoqiao noticed a man in black sneaking up on Lin Ziyin. She wanted to rush over to help, but her enemy had her entangled. Feeling anxious, she immediately called out a warning.
Jue Ming was a little too far from Lin Ziyin to help, and it was too late by the time he realized.
Lin Ziyin wielded her sword to fend off the attack, but the enemy's force was too strong and sent her sword flying.