"Don't go and die, Qin Feng!" Lû Chunyang said flatly, his fiery red form appearing beside the youth in black robes.
Qin Feng looked over, his eyes wide with surprise. He was looking at the hot-tempered young man whom most others feared and called a "madman."
"What are you looking at? I just find you less annoying than the others, that's all!" Lû Chunyang rolled his eyes and shot an irritated glare at the surprised, black-robed youth.
"Don't worry. It's just a Sky Thunder Refining Array," Qin Feng said with a faint smile. His eyes, fixed on the path where bolts of lightning crashed down, held a subtle gleam.
In the distance, the green-robed youth, Zhao Mingcheng, heard this and sneered. "Just a Sky Thunder Refining Array? A toad yawning—what big words!" he said with disdain.
"Such arrogance!" Hu Qing sighed, his words laced with hidden meaning.
