Liu Yuhuan was startled, just about to speak when Zhao Ya suddenly pressed her hand and spoke aloud.
"Yuhuan, do you need to go somewhere?"
Liu Yuhuan, being extremely smart, only hesitated for a split second before understanding Zhao Ya's intention, and thus immediately nodded.
"Yes, sir, would you accompany me?"
"Sure."
Saying that, the two stood up and walked out.
When they reached the front of the tent, Zhao Ya suddenly whispered, "Squat down!"
Without any hesitation, Liu Yuhuan squatted down directly.
At the same time, Zhao Ya swung his hand and slashed out with a knife, aiming straight at the soundly sleeping Kuang Zongfa.
When this incomparably blazing blade light flew over Liu Yuhuan's head and headed straight for Kuang Zongfa, Kuang Zongfa, who had been lying there, suddenly disappeared.
The tent in front of them also vanished, as did Liu Yuhuan, who had just been crouching behind Zhao Ya.
All that surrounded them was the dense, impenetrable white fog.
