"Brother, what are you looking at?" Yang Xiuxiu waved her fair hand in front of Yang Qing's eyes.
Only then did Yang Qing retract his gaze from the departing figures of Lu Hong and Tian Shengwu. He had noticed them early on. Facing the residual pressure of the Heavenly God, only these two under the arena were unaffected, completely withstanding such an impact. It seemed these were the talents his little sister should have recruited by setting up the duel arena.
Of course, just because someone could withstand the Heavenly God's residual power didn't mean Yang Qing had to personally invite them. They were merely freelance prodigies, not worthy of such attention.
"Nothing," Yang Qing retracted his gaze, then sternly stared at his little sister.
This gaze startled Yang Xiuxiu: "Brother... brother, don't hit me!"
"When have I ever hit you?" Yang Qing said irritably, "It's father and elder brother who hit you. When haven't I protected you?"
