"Haha... Brother Xu, Brother Sun, I knew you guys would be fine." A hearty laugh rang out. Xu Yang and Sun Tao turned around to see Jiang Fan walking over with a few young men.
Their clothes were somewhat torn, clearly indicating they had just endured a bitter battle. Jiang Fan, in particular, bore several distinct Fist Seals on his body; blood stained the corners of his mouth, and his aura was unsteady.
"I wanted to help you, but my opponents were too strong. I didn't want to drag you down with me," Jiang Fan said with a chuckle.
Sun Tao smiled. "We appreciate the thought, Brother Jiang. We felt the exact same way."
"Brother Jiang, who beat you up like this?" Xu Yang asked curiously. The people accompanying Jiang Fan all possessed powerful auras—they were undoubtedly geniuses on the Lingyun List—yet every single one of them was injured.
"I did, naturally," Li Chuyang's voice rang out.
