"Scram!" Li Changlin, upon hearing the remark, could hardly suppress his laughter.
He casually swept his gaze over Zhao Zhiyong and let out a low shout from his mouth, sounding exceedingly cold and indifferent, as if it came from the netherworld itself, chilling to the bone upon hearing it.
Zhao Zhiyong and his younger siblings were stunned, while Xu Qishui, who stood by the side, was struck dumb by Li Changlin's words, looking bewildered.
What kind of fool has appeared out of nowhere?
Can't he see that the Zhao siblings carry an extraordinary aura, clearly of no small origin!
"Boy, do you know who you are talking to!" Zhao Zhiyong's eyes narrowed slightly, now he even doubted whether this youngster had any idea about ancient martial arts; clearly, he hadn't recognized the symbol on his clothes!
