"Huh?"
As these words were spoken, everyone in the venue couldn't help but turn their gaze over.
They saw a figure in white sitting by the window, pouring himself a drink, and without even raising his head, he said these words.
"Who are you?"
Nangong Qi narrowed his eyes, staring intently.
Clearly, what the other party just said was nothing but a provocation to him.
"Me?"
The young man in white put down the wine jug, looked up at him, and continued with a smile, "I am the Mo Wangchen you said you could suppress with one hand."
"What?"
"He's Mo Wangchen?!"
With these words, all the cultivators in the tavern were shocked, turning their eyes over, all with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
They had just been talking about this person moments ago, not expecting that he had been sitting nearby all along.
"You're Mo Wangchen?"
Nangong Qi's eyes narrowed to a slit, a glint flashing through them.
