Yin Yang Child scanned the surroundings upon hearing that. "Who called me child? Hurry out and receive your death."
After Yin Yang Child said that, a male with an almost perfect face walked out from the dark slowly. "I hate it the most when people tell me to receive my death, especially little children like you."
A harmless smile played on Ling Yan's lips. He first took a look at Ye Qingtang and subsequently fixed his eyes on Yin Yang Child.
"Ling Yan…"
After seeing the male, there was a hint of a ripple in Yin Yang Child's ever-icy eyes, and his brows were furrowed deeply.
While Ling Yan was utterly useless in terms of martial skill… Yin Yang Child regarded him highly.
"Ling Yan, I don't wish to see you. Leave. Otherwise, I'll kill you," Yin Yang Child said coldly.
However, Ling Yan sat on the ground cross-legged casually as though he did not hear anything and smiled innocently. "Since you don't wish to see me, you can get lost then."
