The mocking voice had barely faded when several figures approached from another direction.
Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He turned to see several young men who had just walked up to him.
These men were dressed in fine, immaculate clothing. With his Divine Sense, Ye Wushuang could tell they all possessed the cultivation of the Qi Vortex Ninth Layer. They let their auras flare, making a brazen display of their power.
"Ye Wushuang!"
The men let his name roll off their tongues. Mocking, derisive smiles played on their lips as they scrutinized Ye Wushuang, their expressions like those one would use to look at a country bumpkin.
After a moment of sizing him up, a young man with thick brows stepped forward. He looked down condescendingly at Ye Wushuang and asked, "So, you must be Ye Wushuang?"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang didn't answer. He simply clasped one hand behind his back and watched them calmly.
