Ye Xuan frowned, his face showing displeasure.
Ye Lang panicked and hurriedly said, "I was just joking, hahaha!"
Then, Ye Lang turned and ran, not wanting to stay even a moment longer.
Watching his retreating figure, Ye Xuan felt helpless, but his heart couldn't help but feel a bit warm.
The world sees Ye Lang as mad, always unruly.
But Ye Xuan knew well that his desire to attend the Martial Arts Tournament wasn't for the beauties. It was simply because he was worried that Ye Xuan might face danger at the tournament, thinking he could be of some help.
But how could Ye Xuan agree to that?
Purgatory's Divine Weapon, loyalty above all!
Ye Lang's intentions were so faint, how could Ye Xuan not know? The martial world is fraught with dangers, and no matter who he takes with him, the outcome is uncertain.
"Phew—"
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ye Xuan looked up at the sky, a faint coldness emerging in his pitch-black eyes: "All grievances will finally be resolved..."
