Xian Banmeng secretly praised, looking at Su Changqing with even brighter eyes, his fondness multiplying.
"Brother Chang Qing, take care."
Zhou Yu couldn't help but show admiration, bowing in respect.
At this moment, those who had just mocked and directly provoked, like Chu Ze and others, were now filled with shame and anger.
If only Su Changqing would curse them a couple of times.
But to let it go so lightly, made them seem like clowns, sharp-tongued and bitter, feeling agony as if they could spit blood.
"Su brother, please stay."
Just as Su Changqing was about to leave, a young man holding a folding fan smilingly blocked his path.
"What's the matter, Dao brother?"
"Su brother, with such great talent, why leave so hastily?"
"It's just that our paths differ."
Feng Ling sneered upon hearing this, "Oh, what a line about differing paths."
"Su brother showcases his skills and intends to leave gracefully, but where does that leave us?"
