Jing Yan and Jing Ziqi, through a path parted by the crowd, walked inward.
The man in the black robe with triangular eyes had his sinister gaze linger on Jing Yan and Jing Ziqi for a moment before he let out a strange laugh.
"Hehehe..."
"Boy, were you the one who just yelled to stop? Your guts are indeed not small!" The black-robbed man with triangular eyes narrowed them slightly, his voice laced with a chill.
"Yes, I was the one who told you to stop. My guts aren't big, but indeed they aren't small," Jing Yan looked at the man and nodded.
Although Jing Yan's gaze was primarily on the man with the triangular eyes, the young woman sitting at a table behind him caught Jing Yan's attention the most.
