Zhou Yu sneered.
"For you to take me as your disciple?"
"In a moment, I will beat you so badly you'll wet yourself, then you can take a good look at what you are!"
Upon hearing Zhou Yu's taunting, Mr. Yan revealed a chilling expression.
Originally, He Tianyu from the He Family had almost been at his beck and call, practically groveling at his feet.
Yet now, when he had taken the initiative to take him as a disciple, he had dared to refuse.
"You little brat, you don't know how to appreciate favors!"
Mr. Yan snorted coldly, his body exuding an even more overbearing aura that instantly turned the surrounding air into chaos.
Just then, Mr. Yan's figure, like a specter, vanished from sight.
But the next moment, the air around them stirred violently, turning into a storm that swept towards Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes.
Mr. Yan had actually hidden his form in this chaotic air.
