"Brother Ming, you are really not playing around," Jin Long spoke as he wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, "Have you lost control over your temper already?"
Jie Fu Lian once again swung his sword as he attacked Jin Long, but this time there was a white whip that had wrapped itself around his sword and stopped it from touching Jin Long.
Jin Long's facial expressions rapidly changed. When he looked at the owner of the whip, there was a relieved smile on his face but that expression did not last for long as he cried out in fear, "H-Help me! I-It's him! It's that bastard Jie Fu Lian! He has returned!"
Jin Long crawled as he hurried over towards the people that had arrived.
When Jie Fu Lian looked at everyone, he didn't even know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to laugh at this familiar situation.
