"Young Master Xiao, please wait."
Xiao Chen turned around and found that he didn't recognize the young man who had caught up to him. This man was a mixed-race, with long blue hair and black eyes, seeming to have an inherent sense of pride and superiority.
"Can I help you?"
"My elderly master invites you."
"And who would your master be?"
"You'll know when you see him."
"Sorry, but if you won't tell me who it is, I won't even consider it."
With a hint of arrogance, the young man said, "In Heavenly Emperor City, there are few who would dare refuse an invitation from my house."
Turning his back to him, and continuing on his own way, Xiao Chen retorted, "When I say I won't go, I won't go." Faced with such a hostile invitation, he wasn't about to carelessly venture forth.
"You'll regret this." After saying these words, the young man quickly left.
In a palace of vast scale within Heavenly Emperor City, an old man's voice echoed from within a grand hall, "He won't come?"
