Ye Qingtian and Xin Liu didn't look very happy. On the contrary, their brows were slightly furrowed.
The higher he was, the more attention he would have, the more trouble he would have, and the worse he would fall.
Even though Qing wendao didn't point out who was fighting, everyone couldn't help but look towards the myriad sword sect and The Heavenly Fox Tribe.
Li Tian sneered in his heart. He lowered his eyes, and his gaze was extremely cold.
He looked at Qing Wenwen, who was still saying some disgusting things, and the disgust in his eyes was obvious. He knocked on the table with some force, but ye Qingtian grabbed him and shook his head at him cautiously.
