"You little bastard, what did you say?"
Xiao Wuqing coldly stared at Long Yan, murder in his eyes.
If it hadn't been for Long Yan, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation, and he couldn't wait to tear Long Yan to pieces.
"Who are you calling little bastard?"
A smile tugged at the corner of Long Yan's mouth as he spoke to Xiao Wuqing.
"I'm calling you a little bastard!"
Xiao Wuqing blurted it out without further consideration.
"Hahaha... That's right, you're calling me a little bastard."
Long Yan burst out laughing, a playful look in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, those present couldn't help but laugh, instantly easing the atmosphere, especially the disciples of the Zhenyang Sect, who silently gave Long Yan a thumbs up.
This move by Long Yan really vented their frustrations.
"You..."
Xiao Wuqing was momentarily speechless, as if he had swallowed a fly, his face becoming extremely ugly.
"Are you Long Yan?"
