Ye Wuchen didn't speak; his gaze quietly fell upon Xue's exquisitely carved face. A flash of confusion flickered in his eyes but disappeared in an instant...
Whish!
Just as the man in white was about to say something, a purple light flashed before his eyes, revealing Ye Wuchen standing in front of Xue, his gloomy purple eyes sweeping over the crowd surrounding them...
"Who are you?"
The young man frowned, his gaze fixed on the cold silver mask: "Are you her comrade? If so, then I'll deal with you both!"
A gentle breeze blew, the Purple Robe fluttered slightly.
Ye Wuchen remained silent, yet those eyes exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down people's spines and planted a seed of fear deep within their hearts...
"Do you... do you know who I am?"
The young man gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear within, and said, "I am the nephew of the General's wife, Lin Haoran of the Lin Family. If you dare lay a finger on me, my aunt will have you and your entire family executed!"
