"Despicable!"
The group from Thundercloud Hall walked down the street. The cold young man brooded over what had just happened, his face darkened, and through clenched teeth, he said, "I definitely won't let those two go!"
The round-faced female disciple walking beside him glanced at the cold young man, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "Senior Brother Yuan, let's just forget about this matter."
"Forget it? Impossible!"
The cold young man waved his hand heavily and said in a deep voice, "Today's humiliation—if I can't cleanse it, I won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart. I want them to kneel and apologize to me!"
The round-faced female disciple fell silent, lightly pursed her red lips, and did not speak further.
She had always admired the cold young man, but at this moment, that feeling had faded considerably.
