"What madness is Mr. Pei exhibiting? In this territory, can you still tear Yong Ji apart?" Yong Ji looked up at him.
"What happened to Li Xizhou?" Pei Ye said coldly.
"Killed."
The young man atop the cliff remained silent, but the flames behind him suddenly swelled, revealing his uncontrollable fury in a rampant and tumultuous manner.
Yong Ji smiled and changed the subject: "But I haven't had a chance yet."
The flames condensed, and Pei Ye looked at him coldly.
As if measuring the young man's patience, Yong Ji lowered his head to wash his hands in the spring water, leisurely drying them.
After a moment, he looked up, suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth, and seriously fixed his eyes on the divine figure atop the cliff.
