Zhang Yan's face darkened, and as he was about to act, he heard another voice from within the white light: "Stop playing around, Xiao Yun's life is at stake."
Someone in the air let out a loud laugh and said, "You're lucky." The white light turned and descended towards the Detan Pavilion courtyard.
After Zhang Yan landed gracefully, he looked up and found that it wasn't just this one white light; more than twenty beams of various colors had rushed into the Detan Pavilion. He dusted off his sleeves, squinted at the scene, sneered, and also walked towards it.
