The black robed man and the others stopped in the sky above Yang Ye because the white dragon’s auras was gone.

All of them had extremely unsightly expressions on their faces.

It didn’t take long for their gazes to descend upon Yang Ye’s shivering figure.

Mu Canglan and Ye Liuyun frowned when they saw Yang Ye. Because they hadn’t expected it to be him.

Meanwhile, the black robed man suddenly gazed at Yang Ye and said, “Did you see a white dragon fly by?”

Yang Ye glanced at the black robed man with terror, and then he stretched out a trembling hand as he pointed towards the distance. He spoke with a trembling voice, “There… there was a black robed and white haired old man. He had a sword in his grasp, and he flew over there with a dragon in his grasp.”

“A white haired old man?” The black robed man frowned slightly, and he was about to leave when he suddenly gazed at Yang Ye, “Why are you trembling?”

Yang Ye couldn’t even speak smoothly as he said, “I… I… was afraid.”

“Trash!” The black robed man waved his right hand as he finished speaking, and a powerful wave of energy shot forward and instantly slammed against Yang Ye.

“AHH!”...