For a person like Pei Yanjun, Su Xin couldn't be bothered to waste time with empty pleasantries. All he did was give a cold laugh, turned, and walked away.
A martial artist, who came with Pei Yanjun, scoffed, "Indeed, he is from a small place in Hunan. He knows nothing about propriety. Even...after your numerous invites, Brother Pei, he still shamelessly declined."
Pei Yanjun's face darkened. He was very patient, but Su Xin had humiliated him too many times. Even he was reaching his limit.
While this commotion unfolded, a few miles away on an extravagant flower ship, Young Master was using an exquisite telescope to observe everything that just happened.
The young master wore a white outfit. With his handsome appearance, there was always a faint smile on his lips, exuding a hint of confidence...or rather, it would be more appropriate to call it arrogance.
