"Say less nonsense, hand over the treasure, I can spare you no death." The masked man uttered a voice indifferently to the leaf dust, twisted his palm slightly, and immediately grasped a long cold sword tightly, full of threats.

Ye Dun smiled and said with a faint smile: "I am afraid that if this matter is spread out, it will make the clan lose face."

"You can see through my disguise." The masked man's tone was somewhat surprised. With one stretch of his hand, he took off his veil and immediately revealed a delicate face with a compelling spirit. It was Yu Ziyan of Yu's clan.

At the same time,...