"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded.

"Uh, you go first?" Zilong glanced at Zhang Han, wanting to see what method he used to bring Ziyan in so that he could land in a certain direction.

Zhang Han glanced at him, smiled slightly, wrapped his right hand around Zi Yan's waist, swayed his left finger slightly, and immediately moved nine cards out of his jacket pocket, with a faintly visible silk thread implicating him and him. Zi Yan surrounded them.