Zhang Yan was yet to speak when Sister Guanrong spat angrily, crossed her arms at her waist, and planted herself between the two men. She shot the young cultivator a fierce glare and then brazenly tugged at Zhang Yan's sleeve, saying, "This Brother Daoist, no need to pay him any mind. Come with me first, let's go meet Uncle Master."
The young cultivator displayed a grin that seemed unconcerned, but deep within his eyes, there was a trace of icy malice.
Seeing Sister Guanrong intervene, Gongsun Mian let out a breath of relief. Truthfully, he really didn't want to clash with this person right now.
