A short sentence.
Scared Luo Hang out of his wits, his lips and teeth freezing cold.
At first, he didn't take Chen Yang seriously at all, just a shabby guy, so what if he caused some trouble?
But after witnessing the tip of the iceberg revealed by the other party, he suddenly realized that this was a big figure with hidden depths.
The young man wielding a sword outside, slaying in all directions, was probably just his subordinate.
Yet, even his third uncle couldn't withstand a single move from the opponent.
Both man and horse were knocked over to the ground, and still hadn't gotten up until now.
So, how strong could this guy in front of him be?
The people in the hall who hadn't had time to leave were equally uneasy, but on the other hand, they felt that Luo Hang's arrogant behavior was self-inflicted, bringing some schadenfreude.
"Later, we might have to fight."
Chen Yang put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his lips, and smiled at Gu Zhiqing.
In the blink of an eye.
