... Cang Yunxin was immediately speechless. He turned his head to look at Yue Qianchou. They had not even figured out who the enemy was or whether he was strong or weak, yet Yue Qianchou had already started cursing. What if it was some expert they could not afford to provoke? Wouldn't they not even have the chance to regret it...
Yet the mocking laughter, which had ignored his polite and conventional approach, abruptly stopped. Cang Yunxin could not help glancing at Yue Qianchou again. It was probably this fellow's insults that had silenced it. Cang Yunxin felt rather depressed. It seemed this fellow had always been so uncouth and fearlessly arrogant toward everyone; he was not treating Cang Yunxin this way alone. But if Yue Qianchou did not restrain himself in the Netherworld, Cang Yunxin would sooner or later be dragged down and killed by him.
"You ignorant junior, spouting such wild words! Later, this old man will eat you until not even your bones remain." The ethereal, traceless voice once again rang out from all directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, at times seeming to whisper right beside their ears.
"It's useless to speak nicely to this sort of person who plays ghostly tricks. He's just asking to be cursed at. See? One curse, and he showed his true colors. He really is an old fellow." Yue Qianchou looked around, then turned to ask Cang Yunxin, "With your abilities, dealing with him shouldn't be a problem, right?"
I haven't even seen him. How would I know whether there's a problem or not? Cang Yunxin's face twitched. This sort of person truly was not in the same league as him.
Seeing that he did not state his position, Yue Qianchou immediately became impolite. He stepped forward, planted one foot on