"It doesn't taste all that great. It only restored a tiny wisp of this old man's soul power!" Bald Bird smacked his lips as he savored the aftertaste, his face full of dissatisfaction.
But no one paid him any heed. Mu Yunshui materialized nearby, staring at Chen Fan with an icy expression.
"Eldest Young Master!"
"Brother!"
The two black-robed stewards and Bai Yutu came to their senses and rushed toward the fallen Bai Yulong. Upon discovering that he had already drawn his last breath, their faces were instantly filled with terror and grief.
Bai Yutu, meanwhile, widened her eyes and stared blankly at Chen Fan. Then, as she held Bai Yulong's ice-cold hand, a flicker of light passed through her eyes.
"You... you actually dare..." One of the black-robed stewards pointed at Chen Fan, yet did not know what to say. Chen Fan had originally been about to leave; it was their own Eldest Young Master who had produced a Spirit Tool and challenged him again. Yet he had been slain in a single exchange. For a moment, the steward did not know what grounds he could use to condemn Chen Fan.
"Little girl, what are you trying to do? By your earlier words, him stepping out to issue a challenge was seeking his own death. So why did you intervene just now?" Bald Bird narrowed his eyes and said.
Mu Yunshui's expression was icy. She ignored Bald Bird and stared coldly at Chen Fan for a long while before her red lips moved slightly. "You'd best take care of yourself."
"No need for your concern," Chen Fan replied indifferently. He sheathed his sword, then rose into the air. The entire sword left his hand and hovered beneath his feet, carrying him aloft.
"Da Bai, Little Bai, let's go!" Bald