The long-haired man wasn't in a hurry, a playful expression on his face as he took a sip of tea: "No need to rush, let me tell you a story."
Qiuming Mountain's palms were sweating. Hearing that the long-haired man wanted to tell a story, his lips twitched as he was about to speak, but seeing the terrifying aura emanating from the man, he finally closed his mouth obediently.
However, with Ye Guichen beside him, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, unable to sit still.
Ye Guichen's terrifying nature was something he witnessed firsthand. If Ye Guichen wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have the chance to escape.
Ye Guichen showed a look of interest: "Oh, please go on."
"Haha, you might have heard this story before." The long-haired man saw that Ye Guichen wasn't the least bit nervous and laughed sinisterly, unsure if he was mocking him or felt Ye Guichen was too arrogant.
