"... The top martial artist of Donghuang tells us not to make a sound. Who among us dares to speak up?"
Ji Feiyang glanced at Qilin Swordsman with a smile that seemed half-amused: "From my perspective, this is exactly why one shouldn't harbor harmful intentions."
Qilin Swordsman was momentarily tongue-tied, and as he was about to speak again, Yu Lingxin gave him a stern look:
"Alright, just say a few words and have some tea to calm yourself."
"..."
Qilin Swordsman muttered under his breath, went over to pour himself some tea, only to find the teapot was empty.
How could a single teapot be enough for so many people?
"Even a teapot is bullying me?"
Seeing this, Qilin Swordsman became even more agitated.
At that moment, Su Mo happened to come in carrying a pot of hot water, and he said with a smile:
"Who dares to bully our Brother Qilin?
"Tell me, and I won't let him off easily."
Whenever Qilin Swordsman sees Su Mo, he somewhat loses his temper.
