Yang Ye clenched his right hand slowly upon hearing that.

He looked towards the source of the voice, and he saw a black robed man lying against a wall not too far away from him. The man wasn’t more than 30 years of age, wore a black robe, and had a faint smile on his face. He seemed utterly carefree.

Yang Ye sized up the man and said, “I’m sure I don’t know you!”

“That’s fine!” The man smiled, “All that matters is that I know you.” As he spoke, he glanced at the surroundings and said, “Killing is prohibited here. How about we go somewhere else?”

Yang Ye glanced at him, “What if I refuse?”

A smile curled up on the corners of the black robed man’s mouth, “I think that you definitely don’t want others to know your whereabouts, right? For example, the War Pavilion and Emperor Sect.”

Yang Ye gazed at the man for a long time, and then he said, “Alright, let’s go somewhere else.”

“Come with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, the black robed man vanished on the spot.

Yang Ye...