"Sorry, my wife is waiting for me to go home for dinner. I won't fight you."
Chen Yang said, then turned and walked away, just as he had guessed, Fu Qianyao was indeed here to challenge him.
"Swish..."
However, just as Chen Yang turned around to leave, a blurred figure swiftly streaked in front of him, and Fu Qianyao appeared before him!
"What do you mean?"
Chen Yang's voice became increasingly cold, his icy gaze pressing onto him.
It was only then that Chen Yang clearly saw Fu Qianyao's face, which was a pale and bloodless deathly visage, white as frost and emaciated.
He stood at a height of one meter eighty-odd, appearing extremely frail.
But, his eyes shone brightly, radiating an intense and burning desire for battle!
His fiery red hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with long bangs on his forehead concealing his gaunt face, giving a strange and mysterious feeling.
