Seeing that it was Xuanyuan Ce, Shen Yijia stopped in her tracks and maintained her outstretched hands. Mo Yuan rushed over.
Xuanyuan Ce hugged the person in his arms and retreated. He shouted, "Stop her."
A Demon Guard suddenly appeared in front of Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan's eyes turned cold. She flipped her wrist and a silver needle flew out of her fingertip.
With a clang, the Demon Guards swung their swords to block it. Without giving Mo Yuan a chance to take out any more silver needles, they pounced on her and grabbed her wrist.
"Let go."
Two voices sounded at the same time. One came from Shen Yijia, and the other…
Ji Luo retreated from Xuanyuan Ce's arms and staggered.
Mo Yuan quickly ran over to support her.
Ji Luo looked at Xuanyuan Ce, who was also looking at her. However, unlike Ji Luo's coldness, Xuanyuan Ce's eyes were filled with shock and regret.
Mo Yuan could recognize her at a glance, but so could Xuanyuan Ce.
