The black-clad man lowered his gaze, looking at Mu Xiaojiu, with only his two dark eyes exposed, igniting the flames of battle.
Nangong Xu wanted to rush forward to fight again, but Mu Xiaojiu raised his palm, stopping him.
With a cold gaze at the black-clad man, he said indifferently, "Take off your mask."
The man looked at him coolly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to still be alive. If you want to see my face, it depends on your ability to do so."
His voice was very gentle, making one mistake it for the voice of a frail scholar if not for his visible prowess.
The battle in the yard had ended, and Mu Xiaoyao was the first to walk in, Long Ting supporting Yu Le behind him.
Upon entering the room, Long Ting immediately called for someone to control the black-clad woman.
Mu Xiaoyao saw the trace of blood at the corner of Baili Xia's mouth, and a glimmer of pity flashed in his eyes.
He walked a few steps to her side, reaching out to support her.
