Nangong Xue did not hesitate to rebuke sharply.
This scoundrel was clearly inciting him to court his own death.
The reputation as a powerhouse in all directions may come in handy usually. However, in the eyes of the Cloud Top elites, it was nothing. There was no room for an equal conversation.
Save your face, even if it meant to send you to death!
Ximen Qianqiu gave a faint smile, his body retreating further into his large cloak, silently drifting backward: "The weather is freezing, and my old body is declining. I shall return to recuperate. Nangong, you might want to take a closer look. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains."
Before he could finish his words, he was already out of sight.
Nangong Xue's face turned purple with anger, and he left in a huff.
Almost all the onlookers who had planned to watch left one after another.
