Invitation

Wang Haoran put an arm around Qin Huaimeng and led her out of everyone's sight, arriving at a quiet path near the riverbank.

"Is Ye Xuantian dead?" Qin Huaimeng asked, linking her arm through his.

"If he died that easily, he wouldn't be Ye Xuantian." Wang Haoran sighed.

After Ye Fan was severely wounded and fell into the water, he had used the river to flee far away and escaped without a trace.

However, Wang Haoran was only putting on a sighing act for Qin Huaimeng to see.

In truth, he had never believed Long Qianshan could kill Ye Fan.

The power he had bestowed upon Long Qianshan was only roughly at Qi Refining Stage Ninth Layer Great Perfection. Severely wounding Ye Fan was already the best possible outcome.

Ye Fan was an old monster who had lived for a thousand years. He had far too many tricks up his sleeve.

"What a pity." Qin Huaimeng said regretfully.

"It's fine. If there wasn't an opportunity this time, there will be one next time," Wang Haoran consoled her.

"So, are we going to Xinya Xiaozhu now?" Qin Huaimeng composed herself and suddenly asked.

"Mm." Wang Haoran nodded.

Elsewhere.

Ye Wuhen and Long Qianshan watched the direction in which Wang Haoran had disappeared for a while before slowly withdrawing their gazes.

"So you borrowed another person's power. It seems the gap between us isn't as great as I thought." Ye Wuhen relaxed somewhat.

She had heard Long Qianshan's conversation with Wang Haoran just now and could naturally tell that Long Qianshan had relied on external power.

"Let us call off our duel." Long Qianshan turned his attention to Ye Wuhen and suddenly said.

"Oh? Why?" Ye Wuhen was startled.

"You are my teacher's friend. I do not wish to fight you to