"Why are you all staring at me?"
Qing Lin coldly glared back at the surrounding academy teams.
"Little thief," Mo Youh sneered, "You know well enough yourself, why pretend?"
A chorus of mocking laughter erupted among the surrounding disciples.
"With so many treasures and points on you, who else would we target?"
"I think you all are looking for a fight." Qing Lin clenched his fists.
His eyes, cold and fierce, swept over the disciples of the various academies.
"Heh." Mo Youh was unafraid, staring directly at Qing Lin, "When did it become your turn to speak here? Do you think you are the Captain?"
"Don't you know your place? Didn't the elders of your academy teach you?"
"You're seeking death." Qing Lin's eyes turned cold.
Step...
Beside him, Mo Youu took a small step forward, halting Qing Lin.
"Brother Mo Youu." Qing Lin frowned.
Mo Youu shook his head slightly.
Seeing this, Mo Youh smiled triumphantly, "Aren't you so arrogant? Little thief."
