"Spatial ability—who are you?"
Zhang Chaoyang, or rather, Sima Hao, was fleeing for his life when he saw the masked man suddenly appear before him. His expression turned uglier than ever. He understood that he would likely be unable to escape disaster today.
"Hehe...!"
The moment Ya'en's chuckle rang out, Sima Hao's gaze froze, disbelief filling his eyes.
"Ya'en?"
A voice filled with shock and uncertainty came from Sima Hao's mouth. He knew that voice far too well.
"Sima Hao, you really do have a tough life. For the sake of our many years of pleasant cooperation, I can give you a choice. Will you go see the young master yourself, or should I take you there?"
Ya'en chuckled. He had never expected to hide his identity from this old fox who had lived for centuries, so he was not surprised in the least that Sima Hao recognized him immediately.
"Young master? You don't mean Lin Yu, do you?"
A strange gleam flashed through Sima Hao's eyes. He did not even need to think before guessing who Ya'en meant. After all, other than that godlike youth, there could be no one else capable of making such a formidable figure submit.
"You'll know once you go over there. Sima Hao, I'm giving you a dignified choice. If you don't appreciate it, I don't mind stretching my legs a little!"
"No need. I'll go myself!"
Sima Hao was straightforward as well, immediately turning around and heading back.
Ever since Lin Yu had spoken, he had understood that he had no chance of escape today. His attempt just now had merely been driven by a trace of luck. Now that even Ya'en had made a move, there was absolutely no hope left for him.
Ya'en followed silently behind him without taking any protective