Yi Mu waited anxiously in place. The heat from the burning forest fire was intense, and he ignored the burning pain on his skin as he looked up anxiously.

In the distance, a group of people were walking downhill.

Yi Mu thought it was Yan Shengzhou and rushed forward, but when he got closer, he realized that it was a group of people wearing Xuanmen uniforms.

The group also saw Yimu, and they all thought of a large-scale photo they had seen before setting off.

This is the person in front of them who abducted their second young master and ruined the marriage arranged by their ancestors years ago.

The group unleashed their magical artifacts and attacked Yi Mu.

Yi Mu reacted quickly, activating the spiritual power within his body to create a protective shield.

His skills are actually rudimentary; he has always been lazy and unwilling to practice.

I thought that with his abilities, he would be at his strongest if he could barely withstand one wave of attacks.

Unexpectedly, the protective shield formed by spiritual energy was as solid as an impenetrable wall, and the group's magical artifacts could not pierce it at all.

Yi Mu was even more bewildered than the group of Xuanmen people opposite him.

Little did he know that most of the spiritual energy in his body at that moment was transferred to him by Yan Shengzhou, and it was extremely pure.

However, he only knew the most basic self-defense techniques. Under continuous blows, his protective shield teetered on the brink of collapse and crumbled a few minutes later.

The Xuanmen cultivators attacked with ferocious expressions. Yi Mu barely managed to parry a few blows before being struck in the shoulder by a magical artifact. His body flew towards the raging sea of ​​fire like a kite with a broken string.

He thought he was in for a beating, but to his surprise, just before he hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught him.

Yi Mu thought Yan Shengzhou had returned, so he quickly turned around, wanting to ask him about the situation on the mountain.

He turned his head, and the first thing he saw was a white expanse.

The robes were exactly the same as those worn by Yan Shengzhou, except that they were made of snow-white fabric with silver silk threads embroidered with talismans that shone brightly in the firelight.

Looking up at the person holding him, he saw handsome features and dark eyes that held a gentle yet other emotion.

Yi Mu's heart pounded wildly. This person was not Yan Shengzhou.

Yan Shengchao placed Yi Mu in a relatively safe place, took off his snow-white robe, draped it over Yi Mu's shoulders, and then turned away with an unpleasant expression.

When the disciples saw it was him, their expressions changed, and they immediately knelt down, calling him "Young Master."

Yan Shengchao asked expressionlessly, "Who gave you the order to attack the Fox Clan?"

The leader said in a panic, "Young Master, the Second Young Master has violated the ancestral teachings and neglected Miss Leng. He has been having an affair with a fox demon. The Patriarch is very displeased and has ordered us to come and take the Second Young Master back."

Yan Shengchao waited for him to finish speaking before slowly raising his hand.

Those who were kneeling on the ground were lifted into the air by an invisible force, their faces turning purple.

Yan Shengchao's eyes were cold, and his voice was not as gentle as Yi Mu remembered; it carried the domineering and oppressive air of a superior.

"The sect leader only told you to take the second young master back. Did he ever mention setting fire to the fox clan?"

Before the leader could answer, he shouted sternly, "Just because you're from the Xuanmen sect, you dare to bully the weak with impunity. Who gave you the audacity to cause such trouble and think you'll escape punishment!"

Those people could no longer speak; their limbs thrashed about, their faces were ashen, and they gradually lost their breath.

After executing these scoundrels, Yan Shengchao turned around and returned to Yi Mu's side.

Yi Mu's expression was complicated; before meeting Yan Shengchao, he had a thousand questions to ask him.

But when they actually met the person, they couldn't say a word.

Yan Shengchao didn't want to listen to him right now, so he picked him up and started walking down the mountain.

Yimu sensed his intention, grabbed his sleeve, and said anxiously, "The fate of my people is still unknown."

Yan Shengchao spoke concisely, his voice as gentle as ever: "If Yan Shengzhou can't even handle this little thing, he's a good-for-nothing, baby. We have other things to do now, let's not talk about other men."

Danger lurked in the depths of the man's dark eyes, and Yi Mu wisely kept quiet.

He felt that Yan Shengchao was angry.