As Han Li stomped on his Divine Wind Boat with one arm wrapped around the masked woman, Dong Xuan’er blocked his way while covered in pink light.

“Junior Martial Sister Dong, must you act?” Han Li lightly sighed and spoke grudgingly.

Her eyes coldly glinted as she glanced down at the unconscious masked woman in Han Li’s embrace. Dong Xuan’er expressionlessly said, “Han Li, if you wish to leave, you must first pass through me! I have always been curious as to why my Master Hong Fu had insisted on marrying me to you!

“Also, did you really expect me to allow a Masked Moon Core Formation cultivator to easily escape?” Dong Xuan’er’s refined brow gradually frowned, and she wore a baleful expression.

Once she finished, Han Li didn’t reply with words regarding old affection or other such nonsense. After all, he had used formation flags to hastily trap the other two within a simple illusion formation....