Evil beings invaded the Sect, infecting all its disciples.
Even his own master was not spared.
When Lü Yangyan heard this news from Xue An, it was like being struck by lightning; he almost fainted.
He finally understood what that inexplicable sense of crisis he felt earlier was all about.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
Now, he could only stare blankly at Lü Zhengqing, who resembled a puppet, feeling as if his heart were being torn apart.
But just at this moment, whether it was an illusion or not, Lü Yangyan suddenly noticed a glimmer of light flashing in Lü Zhengqing's eyes.
This made Lü Yangyan pause in astonishment.
Before he had a chance to observe further, he heard a sinister laugh behind him.
"What's the matter? Reunited with your master and unwilling to strike? Let me help you out then!"
Along with these words, an extremely cold aura suddenly appeared, piercing straight towards Lü Yangyan's back.
