In an inn in the Valley of Gluttony
The void shook for a while and rippled, gradually expanding outwards. A moment later, a figure slowly stepped out from within the ripples.
Yan Cheng frowned, his face cold. The black longbow rested on his shoulder. He looked at the torn sleeve in his hand, and the corners of his mouth arched into an arrogant smirk.
"Insects will always be insects. When faced with the giant beasts from the holy lands, the fate of anyone from the Valley of Gluttony would only be death. So what if he looked down on us? The most he could do was to tear off a piece of my sleeve."
Yan Cheng whispered, stomping on the ground. In the next instant, his body shook. His clothes split open, revealing his well-proportioned body.
A guard came forward, giving Yan Cheng another set of clothes. Yan Cheng sat on his chair as he leaned back, supporting his chin with his hand.
