"Yes, hand over the person."
"Hand over the person!"
Soon, a group of people joined in.
Tang Yichen listened to the crowd, a hint of interest in his eyes. He glanced at Yun Yao and whispered enthusiastically, "It seems they don't recognize you."
Yun Yao remained expressionless as he looked at the crowd, asking, "Do you have a grudge against him?"
The disciple at the forefront, named Lin Ming, replied impatiently when Yun Yao asked, "Whether we do is none of your damn business, kid. I advise you to mind your own business and hand over the person immediately."
Yun Yao: "What if I insist on interfering?"
Upon hearing Yun Yao's words, Lin Ming's expression quickly turned sour, "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
With that, he raised his fist and swung it toward Yun Yao.
Lin Ming struck at Yun Yao, but Yun Yao remained motionless. It wasn't until Lin Ming's fist reached him that a transparent barrier appeared in front of Yun Yao.
