"Impudent!" Luo Yan's hand rested on her waist knife, her face turning unspeakably awful, her eyes filled with an ominous glow.
At this moment, she sensed several gazes filled with mocking and scrutiny from within the courtyard, watching them from a distance.
Luo Yan realized that the person who had spoken in the courtyard was aware of Li Xuan's and her identities.
This made Luo Yan into uncontrollable rage, almost drawing her sword on the spot.
Even if she herself were subject to such humiliation, Luo Yan wouldn't react like this. However, she couldn't stand anyone belittling and humiliating Li Xuan.
Li Xuan's gaze also tightened slightly, glaring intensely at the depths of the small courtyard. He stretched out his hand, placing it on Luo Yan's shoulder, stopping her from drawing her sword.
"Interesting- ," the corners of Li Xuan's lips rose slightly, and then he stepped forward.
