Just when this punch was about to hit Ye Xuan, a lance suddenly turned up from no where.
Bang!
The old purple-robed man retreated to over thirty meters away in succession!
The old purple-robed man looked up, and he saw a white-dressed female standing in front of Ye Xuan, with the lance holding in her hands.
She was An Lanxiu!
An Lanxiu looked at the old purple-robed man, with the lance still holding in hands. There was not even a slightest sign of fear in her eyes.
The old purple-robed man stared at her, "Who are you exactly!"
An Lanxiu did not answer, instead she turned to Ye Xuan, who was wiping the corner of his mouth stained with blood. Ye Xuan then asked, "What brings you here?"
An Lanxiu looked at Ye Xuan, "I am not welcomed?"
Ye Xuan smiled, "Of course you are welcomed!"
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