Ye Xuan looked over, and a group of people walked over. The leader was a young man in his twenties.
He wore a purple jade crown and held a sword that flickered with spiritual light. His clothes looked ordinary, but upon closer inspection, they were woven with golden and silver threads. He was probably a disciple of an aristocratic family who had come out to train.
Before Ye Xuan could say anything, they attacked first. "You're following us and trying to take advantage of the chaos. Dream on. We found this explosive ferocious tiger first!"
"Brother Zhao, why are you wasting your breath on this kind of person? He wants to get something without putting in any effort. He's really despicable. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll think that he dares to offend anyone."
