More and more disciples gathered around, drawn by the commotion. Whispers spread as people stopped to watch.
The cold youth's eyes narrowed, killing intent flashing within them. He stared at Ryan as if looking at a corpse. "It seems you prefer a toast only after being fined."
"Why?" Ryan curled his lips, his tone laced with disdain. "Do you want to make a move?"
He had already checked with Sky Eye Technique. The cold youth before him was named Mo Ran, and his cultivation was only at the Exalt realm. To Ryan, such strength posed no threat at all. If Mo Ran really dared to act openly, Ryan was confident he could beat him until he no longer recognized his own parents.
"Of course not," Mo Ran replied coldly. "This is Western Mansion. Fighting is forbidden on the streets."
