"Get lost!"
The Ghost Faced Masked Man said, not killing him with his hands. Instead, he held Yue'er in one arm and looked at the cultivators' intensifying fight with the wolves.
Hao'er and Seventeen came to the masked man's side. Hao'er looked at the man and held out his hands, saying, "Give my sister back to me."
The Ghost Faced Masked Man, his gaze unwavering, responded, "It's not safe." He remained resolute, the small child cradled securely in his arm, no intention to hand her over.
Hao'er and Muchen looked at each other. Since the guy wasn't making trouble, they just stayed close, watching the silver wolf lead the wind wolves against the sect and Black Mountain Gate people.
Meanwhile, Murong Yixuan was heading towards the sect. He had heard about a big fight happening there, with the Old Predecessor of Black Mountain Gate attacking three children. He immediately sped up as he stood on his sword, flying over at full speed.
