At three o'clock in the morning, the Yang Family's lights were brightly lit, and almost everyone who was supposed to be there had arrived.
Long Ping'an, who was frightened, had recovered a lot.
Now, both Long Ping'an and Wu Jianguo had complete trust in Yang Fan, and no longer needed to doubt his actions.
Having drunk a glass of water, Long Ping'an felt much better, sitting on the sofa and looking at the scene in front of him, as if still in a dream.
Long Qianshan never taught him any real martial arts or shared his lifelong experience in the Jianghu. For Long Ping'an, a novice and ordinary person, facing such a thrilling situation tonight was the first time.
It's false to say he wasn't afraid; he really was scared.
That feeling was unforgettable for him; not knowing if he would die, unable to control his own fate.
Long Ping'an even started to not understand his father, wondering why he didn't teach him skills and abilities.
