Watching Lee Liang slowly approach, Zhaang Ye's brow furrowed. His mind was far more mature than that of his peers, and he always acted with purpose. With the Four Races' youth tournament just around the corner, Zhaang Ye only wanted to quietly return to his Cultivation and improve his strength. He had no interest in getting into a pointless fight like this.
Releasing the green-clothed girl's Long Whip, Zhaang Ye called out sharply, "Wait!"
"Wait?" Lee Liang sneered as he stalked closer. He taunted, "Kid, admitting your mistake already? Heh heh, it's too late for that. Time for you to hit the ground!"
As he spoke, Lee Liang's hand suddenly shot out, grabbing for Zhaang Ye.
