The sun poured down from the sky.
On the spacious grounds of Qingyun Sect, Wu Hai, Wang Tong, Li Kangwei, Zhu Qiang, and Yang Langtao—grandsons of the various Great Elders of the Qingyun Sect—showed not the slightest regard for Ye Chenfeng and Qin Yi, their faces increasingly filled with arrogance and disdain.
Wu Hai, his waist adorned with a brown-sheathed longsword, joked, "Fellow disciples, make some room for us. We'd like to see for ourselves the so-called superior strength of Qin Yi's boss."
At his words, Wang Tong and the others laughed and cleared a space for Ye Chenfeng and Wu Hai. Wu Hai looked at Ye Chenfeng and said, "What about it? Do you need a weapon? Or do you think you can beat me without one? I'm waiting for you to send me off to meet King Yama!"
