"Poor little thing, never mind, today your senior brother will treat you to a special grade Spiritual Meal. Order whatever you like," Di Yibai couldn't bear to see Lu Xingyan looking so pitiful and declared with a flourish of his folding fan.
Yuezheng Yan immediately swept a cold glance over.
Steal, steal, steal!
Steal what?
Don't you know the order of arrival?
He had invited a guest first, only to be intercepted halfway by someone else. Where would that leave his face as the Demon Lord?
Yuezheng Yan let his emotions show for less than a second before he regained his composure.
But even in that brief time, Di Yibai noticed.
Following the direction of the gaze towards Yuezheng Yan, he found Yuezheng Yan looking all sweet and innocent, even his eyes carried the clarity and foolishness exclusive to new disciples who had just joined the sect.
This discovery immediately made Di Yibai somewhat perplexed.
Was the hostility he sensed just now not from Yuezheng Yan?
