"Why should this little master go over?" Yangyang looked at the other disdainfully, "Who are you? Why not show your face? Are you too ugly? If you really are, just stay home and don't go anywhere and scare people. If you're decent, tear off that mask and stop this ghostly act; it's really hurting my eyes."
The person under the mask twitched at the corner of his eye. This kid is truly annoyingly sharp-tongued.
"Then don't say I'm bullying the young." Baili Han gestured behind him, and instantly surrounded the thousand people behind Ye Zi'an with three thousand men.
Ye Zi'an looked at the opponent gloomily, "You've been watching this place all along?"
"Naturally," Baili Han nodded, "When Mu Shaoling brought people here, I had them waiting, just to see when you'd show up. Didn't expect you'd come quite quickly."
