"Huang Shi, I'll remember this grudge. Just you wait!"
The thin, wiry youth who had been thrown to the ground climbed to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled angrily toward the entrance of the Han Mansion.
"Haha, disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect are all useless—only good at lip service!"
A burst of disdainful laughter echoed from within the gate, followed by a shout: "Get lost, or else I might find myself in a bad mood and leave you bedridden for half a month!"
"You..."
The thin youth's face turned an unpleasant shade of purple as his rage boiled over, but when he considered the strength of his opponent, he forcefully swallowed his anger.
"What's going on?"
Luo Cheng dismounted, asking calmly.
The thin youth finally noticed Luo Cheng. Still glaring at the gate, he vented his frustration:
