C34 A Nouveau Riche

In an instant, sharp claws enveloped in black mist surged toward Zhao Qingwei. By contrast, the girl clad in purple appeared delicate, seemingly on the brink of an inevitable demise.

"Forgive me, miss. You must have an ace up your sleeve to take on that old man. You're not going to perish that easily." As Ye Chen sprinted away, he could only silently hope that his fellow Taoist would survive