Long Qingyan warily turned around, gripping two daggers in her hands. She had only taken a cursory glance earlier—both Long Yan and Long Qingli were lying on the ground, their chests gently rising and falling, proving that they were still alive.
The Old Madman took two steps forward. Long Qingyan lightly crouched down, as if ready to spring forward at any second.
This action made the Old Madman hastily retreat two steps, gesturing with his hands. At the same time, his face emerged from the shadows, and his eyes regained their clarity.
"I mean no harm; I only wish to take that kid away."
Unexpectedly, before the Old Madman could finish speaking, Long Qingyan's voice rang out from behind him.
"Impossible!"
The Old Madman wore a helpless bitter smile. It seemed his past actions had earned people's distrust. When he was doing those deeds, his mind had been completely deranged. However, upon seeing the astral shadow behind Long Yan, the Old Madman suddenly recalled something.
