Yue Mingxuan's heart tightened.
He dodged swiftly to the side, avoiding the attacker's strike.
However, before he could shout, a sharp sting spread from the back of his neck.
Someone had already sneaked up behind him silently and trying to attack him.
His whole body went numb and his consciousness faded fast.
The last thought that crossed his mind before he blacked out was a desperate whisper: Please… please don't let it be Prince Shang's men… please, no…
...
It's painful.
His whole body ached.
Especially his backside, it felt like he'd landed hard enough to flatten it.
Yue Mingxuan pushed himself up while rubbing his sore rear and grimacing.
These people had no idea what it meant to show mercy!
Luckily, his body was strong and he'd used the right technique to fall.
Otherwise, he might've broken a few ribs.
He lifted his head, ready to curse whoever did this to him but then his eyes locked with a pair of dark alluring eyes staring down from above.
