Upon hearing this, A-Hua immediately looked outside the carriage and noticed that Fat Cat, leading Wu Lang and others, had already blocked the way. The group exuded a murderous aura, especially Fat Cat, whose gloomy eyes landed on the carriage, burning with towering rage.
If looks could kill, Li Qianfan might have died several times over by now.
"What are they here for?"
A-Hua's face turned serious, looking puzzledly at Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan calmly replied, "They're obviously here to kill me. It has nothing to do with you. Stay in the carriage; I'll handle them."
"I'll go with you!"
A-Hua grasped Li Qianfan's arm, her eyes filled with worry.
"No need, you've only just become a cultivator and you're skilled in Bewitching Technique, not combat. I worry that if you come, you'll distract me!"
Li Qianfan's eyes were filled with concern. "Besides, I, as a man, don't like to expose my woman to danger. I can handle this myself."