The atmosphere suddenly turned a little strange.
An Lan was extremely displeased.
Was he, An Lan, poor?
Bullshit!
As a Domain Lord Level martial artist, how could he possibly be poor? He was not poor.
It was all this bastard's slander, tarnishing his good name. His intentions were truly vile.
Thus, he shot Cao Guan a vicious glare. For some reason, he had no awareness whatsoever of being a Domain Lord Level powerhouse and did not release even a trace of pressure.
If he truly used his aura to suppress others, Cao Guan, with his mere Stellar Level strength, would have already collapsed on the spot.
Cao Guan was baffled when he saw An Lan's gaze.
What the hell?
He had been speaking to Wang Teng just now. Wang Teng had not gotten angry, yet this strange gray-robed masked man had flown off the handle instead.
"Young Master Cao, aren't you here to hunt for bargains too? Could it be that you're poor as well? And are all these people around us poor too?" Wang Teng merely smiled faintly at Cao Guan's mockery.
The moment those words left his mouth, quite a few hostile gazes fell upon them from all around.
This place was a mixed bag, with people of every race and kind. Besides, not everyone knew Cao Guan, so naturally, they were not necessarily afraid of a Stellar Level Martial Artist like him.
Cao Guan's expression changed, and his scalp went numb.
With so many people staring at him, he felt like a weak, pitiful lamb that had fallen into a pack of wolves.
"You're talking nonsense! I didn't—I didn't mean that!" Sweat beaded on Cao Guan's forehead as he immediately retorted.
"Then what did you mean?" Wang Teng pressed.
"..." Cao Guan.
Mmp, was this ever going