"Who…?" Wei Chen uttered, his face full of confusion.
Lian Cheng sneered. This man's expression was as foolish as his title. A young master? He, Lian Cheng, a self-made man and the Heaven Forging Lord, had never held a good impression of such silk-pants.
"This humble one's surname is Lian, given name Cheng. This humble one…" Lian Cheng began, but Wei Chen raised a hand, stopping him.
"No, I mean… who asked you?" Wei Chen said, his face clearly asking if something was wrong with this guy.
"Pfft!" Mo Xingyao spat out her tea as laughter burst from her, completely unable to hold it in.
"You are terrible, my lord," Dream Butterfly lightly slapped Wei Chen's back. Her other hand opened her fan to cover her mouth, but the quiver in her voice revealed how hard she was trying to suppress her laughter.
Seeing himself being mocked, anger rose within Lian Cheng's heart. But as the Heaven Forging Lord, he knew better than to give his opponent the satisfaction of seeing him lose control.
