"Nothing much, I just wanted to give you a welcome, that's all. Surely Mr. Xue isn't so timid that he can't even handle this, right!"
Mengzhu Xiong stared deeply at Xue An, wanting to see a trace of panic in this young man's eyes.
But he was disappointed.
He saw the white-robed youth standing there lazily and carelessly, his face wearing a completely indifferent smile even in the face of his "provocation."
At the same time, the soldiers under Mengzhu Xiong began to clamor noisily.
"Yeah, since this Mr. Xue is so powerful, there's no way he'd be scared, right!"
"He's not planning to hide behind the Holy Maiden and keep his mouth shut, is he? Tsk tsk, if he hides behind a woman, he doesn't count as a man."
In short, every kind of nasty remark came out.
Mengzhu Nasa's expression instantly grew extremely ugly, and she said coldly,
"Mengzhu Xiong, if your subordinates dare spout such nonsense again—"
Before she could finish, she saw Xue An chuckle lightly and wave his hand.
