Young master? Old servant?
That form of address left Ye Yu stunned for a moment, but with more than a dozen black-robed figures before him, he had no time to dwell on it. He turned and left with Liu Qi and Xu Yan.
As for Ye Zhentian, there was no way he would leave with him under such circumstances. The best course was to pretend they did not know each other.
Watching Ye Yu's fleeing figure, Ye Zhentian also let out a long breath. Thank goodness—Ye Yu absolutely could not come to harm!
Seeing Ye Yu leave, someone among them immediately wanted to give chase, but Feng Qiwen raised a hand and stopped them.
At this moment, Feng Qiwen no longer had any reservations. The formation in midair suddenly let out a hum, and a purple rune flashed within it.
"That rune—you're from the Xu Family!" one of the black-robed figures cried out at the sight of the glowing rune.
The next moment, a curtain of light descended, enveloping everyone present.
Feng Qiwen let out a muffled grunt at that moment, and black patterns unexpectedly appeared across his hand.
If Ye Yu had been present, he would naturally have recognized that sensation. It was exactly the same as his Flame Scar Imprint, clearly another kind of Curse Power.
That muffled grunt created a tiny flaw in Feng Qiwen's formation. Several black-robed figures hurriedly escaped when they saw it, while Ye Zhentian also took the opportunity to slip away.
Watching their retreating backs, unwillingness appeared on Feng Qiwen's pale face. Yet when he looked at the arm being eroded by Curse Power, he could only shake his head helplessly.
Taking a deep breath, he withdrew the Spiritual Seals, and the power of his divine soul gradually faded. Only then did the