The middle-aged scholar and Gao Fang were caught by Ah Hu one in each hand, resembling chickens in the hands of an old eagle.
Yan Zhaoge sat on the chair, gazing towards the ceiling. Not focusing on anything in particular, he seemed a little to be adventuring beyond the heavens in his thoughts.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, "Oh, so many people?"
In Yan Zhaoge's perception, a great many martial practitioners were currently coming over to surround the house he was residing in. Amidst their majestic momentum, they also gave off the
feeling of being organised and well-trained.
Yan Zhaoge could not help but laugh as he shook his head, "Army? Are they treating us like demonic beasts to surround and capture?"
Feng Yunsheng, Xu Fei and the others all exchanged looks.