Ming Wang's eyes landed on the effeminate-looking youth.
"Another one of you has come seeking death? Please… I have no time to waste on you guys. Get your Holy Lord to come out now so that I can get this over with." The effeminate-looking youth showed complete disregard for Ming Wang as he pursed his lips impatiently.
"You are not fit to meet her," Ming Wang stated coldly.
The face of the effeminate-looking youth darkened. A glint surfaced in his dark pupils.
At that moment, the youth suddenly looked past Ming Wang and toward the entrance of the Temple of Shadows, where a slender figure was standing.
A twisted smile suddenly appeared on the face of the youth.
"The Holy Lord of Shadows?"
Ming Wang was stunned by the words uttered by the effeminate-looking youth. He turned and saw that Ye Qingtang had already reached the entrance of the hall.
Ming Wang frowned.
