"No!"
Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan quickly retreated, putting away the tea leaves, and said in unison:
"Senior, you're so reckless, first breaking through the shield of our courtyard, then trying to seize the tea leaves. Aren't you afraid our husband will come out of seclusion and blame you?"
"Your husband?" The white-haired Immortal shrugged, "I don't care who you are. If you're wise, hand over the tea leaves, or else..."
"Or else what?"
A cold voice sounded.
The next moment.
Huo Yunjie pushed open the wooden door of the backyard, stepped into the front yard, stood in front of Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan, holding a sword in one hand, coldly staring at the white-haired old Immortal.
"Oh!"
The white-haired old Immortal looked at Huo Yunjie, swept his Divine Sense over him, and upon discovering his cultivation level, sneered.
