Feng Qiuhuang

Feeling embarrassed, Yun Huan had the sensation of pressing a hot face against someone else's cold backside.

These fellows really were practical to the extreme. Niu Youdao sighed inwardly, then turned back to comfort Yun Huan. "Don't take it to heart."

Yun Huan gave a bitter smile. "Given their status and standing, it's only normal that they think I'm not qualified to stand on equal footing with them."

"Just treat it as going through the motions." Niu Youdao patted his arm.

"Absurd!" Yun Ji rebuked from the side. Throwing out those words, she left for Wu Zhaoxing's side.

Niu Youdao and Yun Huan both turned to look. The two men caught in the midst of it were still somewhat slow to grasp what was going on.

After the two of them followed over, Wu Zhaoxing, who had tilted his head back and let out a long breath, turned around and clicked his tongue at Niu Youdao. "You're still the best at this—killing without spilling blood!"

Niu Youdao did not understand the deeper meaning behind his words. He only assumed Wu Zhaoxing meant the sworn brotherhood. "Under these circumstances, it's best to strengthen our ties as much as possible."

Wu Zhaoxing shook his head. "Hong Gaitian had no filter and was indeed arrogant. Yet if you didn't strike, you didn't strike; once you did, those four demons and freaks were instantly defeated by you, and they were defeated so thoroughly they couldn't even complain!"

Niu Youdao was suspicious, not knowing what he was getting at.

"Yun Ji is something else..." Wu Zhaoxing pointed toward Yun Ji from afar and explained the change in the relationships among them.

"Absurd!" Yun Ji spat.

Niu Youdao and Yun Huan instantly came to their senses. They finally understood why those four fellows had suddenly fled,