An Yiqing looked at Tang Lin, who seemed to be like a steaming teapot angry, and smiled wryly. She reached out and poured him a cup of clear tea, placing it in front of him.
"Drink some tea, it clears the heat and calms the fire; it's just what you need."
"You..." Tang Lin stared fiercely at An Yiqing, opened his mouth for a while but didn't know what to say, so he grudgingly picked up the tea she poured him and drank it all in one go.
"You know my martial prowess, dealing with those people is a piece of cake for me. Besides, Xuandu City has a leader whose rank is far higher than Long Zaitian, have you forgotten?" An Yiqing smiled brightly.
Tang Lin was taken aback, recalling the gentle and handsome face of Duan Tang, who was indeed the head of the entire Xiluo Continent martial world, not even in the same league as Long Zaitian!
