Long Yijian looked surprised and raised one eyebrow, then straightforwardly agreed to Ye Qiu's request.
"Alright, I'll prevent her from leaving the family headquarters for the time being."
"Ye Qiu, no way! You can't, you can't do this—!"
Fang Wushang cried out tearfully behind Ye Qiu. But Ye Qiu did not turn back. He simply moved his right foot back slightly, lowered the sword in his right hand, and assumed his battle stance.
Long Yijian dispelled his barrier, but who knows what other tricks he might have besides the barrier.
After dismantling the barrier, Long Yijian picked up the longsword embedded in the floor and placed the Cross Shield behind him.
Ye Qiu's consciousness was extremely calm and clear. "Fang Wushang, I'm sorry..." This thought floated like bubbles in his mind and then scattered away, engulfing Ye Qiu's heart with warrior instincts, sharpening it like a blade.
