"Let's watch for now."
Chen Yuan smiled faintly, watching the battle below with interest. Such coincidental events were rare in his experience, so he wouldn't reveal himself rashly.
'Hmm...'
Seeing Chen Yuan take no action, Su Ziyue remained silent, observing the situation below with him.
The man in the blood-stained robe appeared crazed at this moment, continuously swinging his long blade. It was clear he was nearly at his limit, with bare feet and scarlet blood dripping down endlessly, unclear whether it was his or his opponent's.
As for the blood-stained robe he wore, at first glance, it seemed so, but upon closer inspection, one would discover otherwise. It was actually a yellow robe, merely stained red with blood.
"Chen Peilu, surrender immediately!"
