"Wanna walk together?"
Yuan Hanyi barely needed to think to understand the implication; he just wanted to freeload their compass.
"The junior brothers from Shengyang Peak have profound cultivation, we from Qingshuang Peak had better not hinder everyone."
The second senior brother declined with subtle firmness, yet the people from Shengyang Peak refused to leave.
They lingered not too far from the disciples of Qingshuang Peak, all the while claiming that the road was open for anyone to walk.
What could Little Raccoon know about the grudge between them? She stepped on Shang Yanting's arm with her hind legs and put her forepaws on his shoulder, gazing at the goddess mixed among the crowd with a look of pity.
"Dear Host, that pretty lady at the back looks so pitiful."
Shang Yanting glanced back but maintained his pace, "The heavy sword at her waist can smash you into mince."
Uh…
No need to describe it so gruesomely.
As the two of them spoke, a commotion broke out behind.
