Tulong Jian glanced at him, and seeing the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, he lowered his head contemplatively. After they had flown for a while, he said softly,
"Senior... I have always kept the gratitude of that year in my heart, why not speak of it in detail?"
He paused, only to see Li Yuanjiao bow slightly and express his thanks. Tulong Jian continued to ask,
"May I know who it is?"
"After Li Yuanjiao finished speaking, Tulong Jian fell into a sudden silence, which lasted quite some time before he finally spoke,
"This man has more than one Zifu Spirit Instrument on him."
Li Yuanjiao's eyelids twitched, and he fell silent, gripping the sword in his hand, thinking to himself,
"The situation has become troublesome..."
Tulong Jian seemed hesitant, gazing intently for several moments before he said softly,
"Senior... why must we kill him?"
Li Yuanjiao outlined the enmity between the Yu Family and the Li Family briefly, and after hesitating for a moment, he added,
