Han Cangyan was not particularly tall, and even looked somewhat thin, but the moment he stepped into the hall, he naturally exuded a resolute, domineering aura...
Most of the scions of wealthy families on the floating island had cultivation concentrated in the three stages of God Proving Martial Artist, Lower True God, and Middle True God.
Once they truly cultivated to the Upper True God level, they would leave these circles behind and devote themselves to breaking through to Great Perfection and even higher realms. Middle True Gods held tremendous influence among the wealthy scions. After all, they had the highest cultivation in this circle, and naturally the greatest strength as well.
Han Cangyan ranked first among the Middle True Gods, making him the strongest of the younger generation among these wealthy families!
Han Cangyan simply disdained mixing with this bunch of wealthy wastrels.
These wealthy wastrels formed cliques according to their different families, splitting into four or five circles in total. They had once tried to win Han Cangyan over, but Han Cangyan had never paid them the slightest attention...
Han Cangyan swept Leng Linyue a glance, his eyes circling the hall before finally settling on Han Liusu.
Leng Linyue's slap had been no light blow. Most of Han Liusu's fair cheek had swollen high, bearing a distinct palm print.
Han Cangyan's brows drew together slightly at the sight of that palm print. He asked coldly, "Who hit you?"
Han Liusu had not even spoken when Han Chuyue pointed at Leng Linyue and shouted, "Him!"
Han Cangyan stared at Leng Linyue and said flatly, "You've got some nerve, Leng Linyue."
Hearing Han Cangyan, Leng Linyue's eyes narrowed slightly. "Han Cangyan, do you know what your sister did?"
Leng Linyue felt he had every right to teach Han Liusu a