Duan Xiyang shook his head like a rattle drum and said firmly: "For this matter, even if you drag the boss out it's useless. This Qiongxiao Flower—I'm taking it no matter what!"
Yan Nan looked up and let out a long sigh: "In this whole damn life of mine I only had one burst of kindness… Duan Xiyang, you really are not human."
...
Down below.
Yan Beihan and the others were all watching.
As soon as Fang Che stepped out, a hint of delight flashed deep in Yan Beihan's eyes.
Bi Yunyan and Feng Xuechen Xue were looking at that enormous red carpet that seemed to stretch all the way to the end of the sky, and now there was only one man striding along it with dragon's gait and tiger's pace, aura swallowing the mountains and rivers.
They couldn't help it; their eyes went a little dazed too.
"Yemo's aura is really… earth‑shaking and peerless!"
