A blue sword robe and an ordinary-looking face that gave people a special feeling. Zhao Jiuge stared at this familiar figure. He hadn’t expected Leng Rufeng to find him.

A wooden sword on his back, his black hair scattered, and the same blue sword robe. Zhao Jiuge vaguely saw his own shadow in Leng Rufeng. He stared at Leng Rufeng in surprise for a bit.

Some people immediately got along after meeting, as if they had known each other for years. Some people could know each other for decades but would never get along. At this moment, when Zhao Jiuge saw Leng Rufeng, his impression of him improved greatly.

He chuckled and was just about to say hello when he suddenly noticed that Leng Rufeng was holding someone else, so his gaze moved due to curiosity. Zhao Jiuge’s eyes widened and he was suddenly flooded with anger. Luo Xie was covered in blood and his breath was extremely unstable. There were dusty footprints all over his sword robe.

When Luo Xie saw that Zhao Jiuge was about to erupt in rage, he forced a smile on his bloody...