Taoist Guiyuan had his hands on Qin Er's neck, and a simple squeeze would kill him.
Aiden said: "We are here, please let them go, senior."
Taoist Gui Yuan glanced at "Julian" in the distance and looked around.
The temperature on the mountain was low, and the light snow that fell yesterday had not melted yet. The white plain could not hide even a shadow. He turned his gaze back to Miles, who was standing beside him, with a look of suspicion.
Julian grabbed Aiden's sleeve and moved closer to him.
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