Upon hearing someone dare to meddle in his affairs, Zhao Meng's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
He turned around to see a stranger, with no sect insignia on him, and tentatively asked, "Who are you?"
Li Chen, expressionless, responded flatly, "Nameless, just a loose cultivator with no sect affiliation!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng's face immediately showed a disdainful expression, and he burst out laughing loudly, "Haha, ha... a loose cultivator, and you dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me, you're really tired of living, aren't you?"
Others likewise started laughing recklessly at once.
Facing the mockery, Li Chen remained expressionless and said, "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to see more blood. If you know what's good for you, leave quickly!"
Hearing Li Chen's words, Zhao Meng was first taken aback.
Then he laughed again as if he had heard a very funny joke.
"Did you hear that? He wants us to leave, haha, wants us to leave!"
