"Me?"
Ye Qingchen crossed his hands behind his back, finding it amusing.
Hidden Dragon Mountain is his abode.
This group dared to intrude into Hidden Dragon Mountain and still asked him who he was?
"I live here. Who do you think I am?"
Ye Qingchen smiled faintly.
"Do you know what place this Hidden Dragon Mountain is? It's the abode of Ye the Demon, and you dare to boast that you live here?" Before anyone else could speak, the leading woman, as beautiful as a flower, coldly snorted.
The others also looked wary, with a predatory stance, eyeing Ye Qingchen, ready to pounce if he made any false move.
But beside the young girl, an elderly man with a hoary head and white beard suddenly brightened:
"Could you be a resident of the mountain? Or a disciple of Taotian Palace? I wonder if you would be willing to lead us into the mountain?"
"Elder Zhou, why let him lead us up the mountain?" The beautiful woman objected softly.
