Following Bai Shaotang's defeat, the members of the Flying Knife Sect looked on with faces pale as iron, terrified by the scene before them, their hearts filled with dread.
The Boss had been taken down, and the outcome was self-evident, signaling the complete and utter demise of the once-glorious Flying Knife Sect.
Nobody expected that the once-powerful, nationally franchised Flying Knife Sect would vanish overnight, and Yang Fan, a young junior from a modest martial arts academy, had completely changed his fate out of a surge of passion for love.
"Thank you, kind sir, for the rescue. Yang Fan will never forget your grace," he said.
Yang Fan knelt before Su Xuan, a look of gratitude on his face. He felt immense excitement towards Su Xuan. Had it not been for him, Yang Fan would have faced a grisly death, and likely not even as an Evil Ghost would he have been able to avenge this great Enmity.
Su Xuan smiled faintly, patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and said with a smile,
