When the young man in black heard this, he laughed so hard that his mouth cracked. He made a face at Qiong Qi and slapped away the hand that was holding his ear. Then, he smiled kindly at Beiting Huang and ran away.
Qiong Qi wanted to drag him back and teach him a lesson. There was a sea of people here. How could they find any traces of him?
The weather was very hot, and the square was packed tightly. Beiting Huang was still wearing a cloak to cover her face, and Mu Qingling was also wrapped tightly in a white cloak from head to toe. She was especially obedient as she followed Beiting Huang.
"Eh, aren't these two afraid of the heat? Why are they wrapped up so tightly?" Soon, someone pointed at the three new people from Beiting Huang's line. "Does anyone think that this person looks like Lord Ninth Huang, who was in the limelight in the Alliance City? I heard that Lord Ninth Huang is also here in Xuanyuan City."
