It was an indescribable clarity filled with astonishment, unsure of how to express the emotion.
"You..."
Wang Qingshan couldn't hold back anymore, his face flushed red, pointing at Zhang Fan and cursing loudly.
"Zhang Fan, don't think that because you and Yu Xuanji have a..."
Before he could finish, Wang Qingyi raised his hand and interrupted him again.
The unfinished words caused everyone's expressions to change, looking at Zhang Fan with a meaning difficult to convey in words.
"Yu Xuanji? Isn't that the disciple of Sanqing Mountain? Have a what?"
"An affair... Is this person actually Yu Xuanji's close companion?"
"Click, click... Click, click..."
"Click your mom, shut up!"
Everyone's thoughts became active, and the originally tense atmosphere slightly eased.
"Fellow Daoist wants to spar, then I'll accept," Wang Qingyi suddenly changed his tone and said.
The previously relaxed atmosphere became tense again.
