Let's Continue Sparring

Under the heavy rain, the small riverside street fell dead silent.

All the Red Flower Pavilion disciples stared blankly at the black-robed young master standing by the riverbank with a spear in his hand, their eyes full of shock and surprise.

Tread, tread, tread!

Amidst the ripples in the water, Song Chi and Chen Yuanqing grabbed the Blood Bodhi's shoulder with one hand each and landed on the shore. They no longer looked at Ye Jingtang as a junior and were rather solemn.

Chen Yuanqing first checked Ye Jingtang's complexion and didn't see any injuries. Then he looked at the restrained Blood Bodhi. "He took someone's money to help them. He doesn't know his employer's identity. It's useless to keep him."

Ye Jingtang really wanted to ask who the mastermind was. But when he heard this, he didn't say anything and planned to stab him to death.