The censers on the platform fell down along with ashes and dust. Even the Bodhisattva statue shook violently, nearly falling down on Feng Feiyun’s head.

He was already bloodied from top to bottom. Now, he had a layer of ashes on top of that - quite a wretched appearance.

Ye Siwan’s heart skipped a beat as she stood there, confused. [1]

“What the hell are you saying, villain?” Ye Siwan only paused for a bit before raising her sword again, ready to swing without any mercy.

Feiyun quickly got up and shouted in a panic: “Don’t do it! I’m really Uncle, Uncle Yun that you met in Bronze Cauldron!”

He knew that she was decisive and firm. The only thing he could do now was to buy some time due to his heavy injuries. 

After all, they were relatively close during their time in Bronze Cauldron, experiencing dangerous...