Long Aotian and Long Tengyuan died in succession. The disciples of Dragon Sword Mansion were severely damaged, with the remaining few scattering like birds and beasts.
Thus, this farce came to an end.
Ling Feng rescued Yuee HuaQin and Murong Bai. Though the two were still somewhat shaken, fortunately, they weren't harmed.
"Junior Brother Ling, you saved me once again."
Yuee HuaQin bit her silver teeth, her beautiful eyes gazing at Ling Feng, seemingly captivated.
Ling Feng shook his head and chuckled, simply saying, "It's good that you're fine."
Murong Bai sighed lightly and gritted his teeth, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Ling, for troubling you again."
"We are brothers of the same sect; there's no need to be so formal."
Ling Feng patted Murong Bai on the shoulder and smiled faintly at him.
With this matter settled, Ling Feng bid farewell to Xiao Juanyun and then took Yuee HuaQin and Murong Bai back to the garrison of the Martial Artists in the Eastern Spirit Domain.
