Wanyan Shisan and Feng Jiu flew out at the same time. One of them blocked the sharp arrows that shot towards the hanging net, while the other condensed a qi blade and slashed towards the hanging net.
"Boom!"
He heard the sound of a bang and the middle-aged man who was hanging in mid-air fell heavily to the ground with the net. They only heard his muffled groan and the middle-aged man broke free from the hanging net.
"Are you fine?" The two of them came over to him and asked.
Maybe it was because he felt a little embarrassed, so he coughed lightly and said: "I'm fine." While he patted his robe, he said: "I didn't expect there to be a trap here, we have to be more careful."
"Yes." The two agreed and smiled slightly and didn't say much else. If they said anything more it would only have made him more embarrassed.
