"Ji Wubing, I really didn't expect you to befriend your enemy. I thought you'd be eager to kill Ye Xuan to avenge your grandfather!"
Yuwen Xuanang couldn't help but sneer a few times, traces of contempt crossing his face as he mocked.
"Yuwen Tuofang, is he your grandfather?"
At this moment, Ye Xuan, who had long since stood up, squinted slightly, his gaze coldly fixed on Yuwen Xuanang, questioning.
"You!"
Yuwen Xuanang's eyes chilled, very angry.
He glared furiously at Ye Xuan, wishing he could tear into Ye Xuan's flesh, said coldly, "On the day of the Cultivation World competition, will be your burial ground."
"Oh."
Ye Xuan nodded.
Ye Xuan did not take the threat from Yuwen Xuanang seriously at all.
"Are you done talking?"
Ye Xuan stared at Yuwen Xuanang, showing a puzzled look, and then said, "If you're done, could you please step aside."
"You're looking for death."
