A few people were still standing with their arms crossed, showing arrogance, but suddenly they saw two figures walking towards them, and their arrogant words got stuck in their throats.
These two kids, they knew them; they were the children of the inter-plane traveler and High Priest Demon Heart.
They naturally dared not act arrogantly in front of such people whom they couldn't afford to offend, for if they upset them, they themselves would end up suffering.
"What's going on? Why drive someone out in such heavy rain?"
The one speaking was Qian Yizheng, who handed the oil-paper umbrella to the man getting drenched in the rain, while he shared an umbrella with his second brother and fixed his gaze on the few kids who were arrogant just a moment ago, now blushing red.
Their uncle had said these people were like little ancestors, and indeed he was right; looking at their earlier demeanor, anyone would think the Battle Cloud Camp belonged to them.
