Zhou Yan did not move; instead, he looked at Mo Yuyao's worried and anxious expression and laughed.
"You're still laughing!"
Mo Yuyao stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.
"It's not that serious, just some interesting discoveries. Let's go, what can the insignificant Lan Clan do to me?"
Zhou Yan said confidently.
"Big bad brother, we better just leave, let's not go to the Lan Clan."
Mo Yuyao, however, wasn't as confident. Instead, she hesitated, ready to give up.
Obviously, she wasn't foolish. She had already realized that the Lan Clan might not be so weak; otherwise, how could Lan Qing and the others dare to confront the disciple of Feng Yunyan, the Venerable of Sky Sword Mountain?
"Little girl, you don't need to think so much. Let's go, and I'll show you what level your brother's combat power has reached."
Zhou Yan showed a relaxed smile.
