Ximen Ding sneered coldly:
"Good, good lad, you've got guts to dare kill my son on my turf. Before you die, state your name."
"I am merely a nobody, but since you wish to know, I don't mind telling you, my name is Yang Xiao."
"Yang Xiao?"
Ximen Ding was stunned. In his impression, there didn't seem to be any powerful family with the surname Yang. At least, this young man before him wasn't from the Qin family.
Yelu Yan, Gao Lou's grandfather, father, and others listened and were all perplexed. They didn't know what background or origins Yang Xiao had, as they had never heard of the name Yang Xiao.
"Where are you from? Which family are you from?"
Ximen Ding couldn't help but ask again.
Yang Xiao smiled and said:
"Ximen Ding, I understand your meaning, but unfortunately for you, I have no father or mother on Witch Star, no relatives, so I must disappoint you."
"Then why did you kill my son? Was it for this woman?"
