"It doesn't matter if he kills you, but Jiang Chao is my friend. You killed him, so I must kill you."
The old man looked at Qin Yi, expressionless, as if saying, it's right for him to kill you, but you can't kill him.
Qin Yi laughed with anger, "Before, Jiang Chao also said he wanted to kill me, but unfortunately he died. Now I'm informing you, you're dead too."
The old man didn't get up; instead, he slowly levitated with the cushion, stopping in mid-air, looking down at Qin Yi arrogantly, "Bragging shamelessly, I've seen many young people over the years, but rarely anyone as arrogant as you. To make it here shows you have some skill, but this is the end of the road for you, your final stop."
Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, but his eyes flickered with murder, "Oh? Do you know why I didn't ask your name? Because I'm not interested in the name of someone about to die."
