Upon seeing Basong and the old man in black robe, Yang Xin's heart pounded with dread. Escaping now was no longer an option.
Yang Xin stepped forward, speaking coldly, "Basong, this is Huaxia. You must respect our customs here. Even if your revered ancestors from the Basong Family were here, causing trouble won't do any good."
Basong scanned over Yang Xin's body, a playfully malicious tone evident in his voice, "You must be that National Security Bureau woman who's been tailing us."
Yang Xin was taken aback, not expecting that her surveillance for the past few days had already been noticed by Basong.
Basong let out a slight laugh before directly saying, "According to 'The Cultivator's Pact', your friend first breached the formation protecting my territory. I believe I'm entitled to fight back."
Yang Xin was shocked. She hadn't anticipated that this young gentleman from Southeast Asia would be familiar with Huaxia's 'The Cultivator's Pact'.
