"Senior Brother Han Qing, I'm here to help you!"
At that moment, a white figure suddenly swept over from the distance and arrived in front of Han Qing.
The newcomer had white hair and a handsome, gentle face. The instant Mo Yu saw him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dense killing intent flashed within them.
This person was none other than his mortal enemy, Han Shuang.
"Han Shuang, why have you come? Also, why haven't I seen you until now?" Han Qing looked at the figure in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly as he spoke.
Because of his master, he had never been particularly fond of this junior brother who had joined the Heavenly Frost Sect halfway through. He had even always felt that the other man harbored impure intentions. In their usual interactions, he had never shown Han Shuang much warmth.
Therefore, when Han Qing saw Han Shuang come to help him at the first opportunity, he felt no joy. Instead, a trace of suspicion arose in his heart.
"Heh, Senior Brother Han Qing, I was wandering around the outskirts just now, so I never encountered you. But now, let me lend you a hand." Han Shuang did not seem to mind Han Qing's suspicious expression. With a slight smile, he spoke.
Seeing the sincerity on Han Shuang's face, Han Qing paused, and the wariness in his heart slowly faded. After all, no matter what, Han Shuang was still a disciple of his Heavenly Frost Sect.
Thinking of this, Han Qing nodded slightly. However, just as he was about to say something, a huge ice palm suddenly struck over and heavily slammed into his chest.
Bang!
A terrifying spiritual energy shockwave swept out. Han Qing's figure was sent flying in a sorry state before crashing heavily