Yan Xuefei said, "Why don't we go back to the City Lord's Mansion to hide?"
She wanted to return to the mansion, wanting to use Beibei's Thunder Gate once more to leave this place and avoid a fight. After all, the other side had overwhelming numbers.
Ling Yun shook his head. He had no need to escape. Even if he were truly a tiger fallen to the plains, he still would not run. There was an arrogance deep in his bones, seeming like a congenital royal bearing.
"What is there to run from? Rest assured, I still have a few life-saving methods." Ling Yun smiled faintly, signaling Yan Xuefei not to be so nervous. Only then did the latter let out a breath of relief.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." Liu Fu stared fixedly at Ling Yun. If looks could kill, Ling Yun would have died a thousand times over!
"It is quite soon. I wanted to let you live a bit longer, but you simply refuse and insist on throwing your life away." Ling Yun shook his head!
Patriarch Zhang, one of the Eight Great Lineages, said, "Who is this kid? Old Liu looks like he has the enmity of a murdered mother with him."
He had not gone to attend the city lord's tribulation banquet today. His son had gone instead!
"That reckless punk seems to be the old ancestor of the Fish Sect master. He killed Liu Zelong!"
"The Fish Sect master? No wonder he looks so familiar." Patriarch Zhang shook his head and chuckled, then thought better of it. This was none of his business anyway; he was here to vie for the position of city lord.
The other, Patriarch Wang, sneered. "Old Liu shouldn't be able to seize the city