Taking advantage of someone diverting the situation, Gold blocked in front of Mingzhu.
The guards, seeing the situation wasn't good, also rushed into the shop.
With the tension at sword's point, a conflict was about to ignite at any moment.
Ruined by a stranger, Xue Jiaming gritted his teeth, "Do you know who I am? How dare you meddle?"
"So what if I meddle."
Repeatedly embarrassed, Xue Jiaming's arrogant nature erupted.
"How dare you provoke me, are you courting death?"
"What, can you decide my life or death?"
"Even King Yan can't stop a ghost seeking death. If you're intent on crossing the Ghost Gate, I'll grant your wish!"
The man chuckled lightly, walking in with a calm demeanor.
"Young Master Xue, why not first return home and ask your parents before deciding on granting my wish?"
These words blatantly insulted Xue Jiaming, as his reliance was on his family's influence, not his own capabilities.
