C67 Yun Jianhan

The black-clothed man got out of the carriage. His body was as light as a swallow, and he could fly fifteen feet away with a tap of his toes.

Ye Xiangyang’s face darkened. The spring of youth was not a simple character. He had already colluded with others. Regardless of whether they were from the Hong Family or not, he would not be able to live in peace for the rest of the journey