"Xiao Ying, you go ahead! I can take care of myself! Trust me!" Chu Feng showed a confident smile to his lovely wife.
Elder Zhuang did not entertain any objections and lifted one in each hand, carrying Han Xiaoying and Lu'er, flying towards the Sword Tomb.
Her attitude towards Chu Feng was still somewhat cold. She probably didn't want her beloved disciple to marry Chu Feng, a waste who didn't even have sword meridians.
"Husband, be extremely careful!" Han Xiaoying looked back with tender affection in her eyes as she gazed at Chu Feng.
"Don't worry!" Chu Feng waved at her.
As soon as Han Xiaoying left, Zang Jianfeng and Prince Jianyun naturally would not continue to drag along Chu Feng, the 'deadweight'. In fact, killing intent once again flashed in Prince Jianyun's eyes, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he stared at Chu Feng.
"This time, let's see who can protect you?" Prince Jianyun said viciously.
"Want to kill me? Maybe in your next life!"
