"What?"
Zhao Shuo couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up, and an invisible killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Do you think everyone in my City Lord Mansion is just eating and doing nothing? Someone, go out immediately and capture that reckless boy, throw him into the Netherworld Hell."
As soon as Zhao Shuo finished speaking, a young man with extraordinary bearing stepped out from within the hall.
"Nephew Zhao Shan requests to go into battle."
Zhao Shuo flicked his sleeve and said, "Granted."
"Whoosh~" In a flash, Zhao Shan disappeared from the hall.
Yan Rufeng, who had been waiting outside the City Lord Mansion for a long time, suddenly felt a surge of violent Immortal Yuan Qi sweeping in. He frowned and thought, "It seems those two guards didn't say anything nice in front of Zhao Shuo."
"Heh."
Yan Rufeng chuckled, muttering to himself, "Hope the person coming this time has a bit more sense..."
"Swish~"
