Mu Yuan was about to continue teasing Hong Mei, but Ling Yan pulled him away.
"Haven't you made enough trouble?"
Ling Yan's chestnut eyes deeply gazed at Mu Yuan, who immediately became as docile as a mouse seeing a cat. Ling Yan reached into his spatial storage and retrieved his sword.
Chi Mo's eyes were fixed on Ling Yan without blinking. His expression changed when he saw a sword appear out of thin air in Ling Yan's hand. Ling Yan raised an eyebrow, resting the sword on his shoulder. It was a clear provocation.
At this moment, men and women came from all directions, surrounding the bamboo house they were in. As Ling Yan expected, these were the same kind of beings as the "women" he had just dealt with.
"Ling, why do I feel like there's something strange about these people?"
"Definitely strange, because they're not people at all."
"Not people?! Then what are they?"
