Duan Xirui naturally knew who Ye Qingtang was referring to. He almost subconsciously shook his head like a rattle and quickly clarified. "No, no, no… I don't even know them. I don't know them at all. I… I was only passing by… passing by… and spouted nonsense… just nonsense…" Duan Xirui stuttered. He was terrified that Long Yang would say that they had some connection.
Long Yang and the others thought that someone had come to save them. Now, they looked on as Duan Xirui, whom they thought of as incredibly powerful, almost wet himself from the terror of the Holy Lord of Shadows. Despair filled their hearts.
"Senior Duan! Senior Duan, you…"
"Shut up! What Senior Duan? I don't even know you. Don't pretend to have some connection with me." Duan Xirui was immediately enraged and even aggrieved.
You brought about your own death. Don't drag me into this!
Long Yang blanched as Duan Xirui scolded him.
