"Cut the crap!"
"Huh?"
Ling Rong's red hair exploded instantly like a hedgehog, her martial spirit surged to the extreme, and an extremely hot breath rushed towards Ye Tian. Quickly gesturing with his hands, Ye Tian explained, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him, about Zhang Liang, about Zhang Liang."
"Hmph."
Ling Rong reigned in her aura and turned to leave, but halfway through, she spun back around, causing Ye Tian, who was just relaxing, to tense up again.
"Why do you lie to me when you clearly have the aura of Heaven Mystic Sect on you?"
Ye Tian was stunned, realizing it himself for the first time.
"If I want to know the answer, it's simple. Just defeating you would do, but there's a saying among mainland people, 'Not just judging the monk but the Buddha he venerates', and although I'm annoyed by you, I still have to respect others' faces. So, wait for it."
Ye Tian's expression darkened, "Miss Ling Rong, what do you mean 'you mainland people'?"
