"Hahaha... now this is getting interesting. Another one's come to die!"
Song Changge, who had been walking toward them step by step, ready to attack, stopped and sneered.
He still wore that haughty, all-conquering air, as if no one present was worth his notice. Song Changge was an outstanding figure even among the ranks of a Holy Land, and he had every reason to feel so confident.
Hearing Song Changge's words, Jiang Nan was immediately displeased. He looked him up and down, curled his lip, and said, "Where'd this little brat come from? Haven't even finished growing yet, have you? Who taught you to act like you're the greatest man under heaven? Does your master know you're out here?"
As the Imperial Grandson of the Divine Martial Dynasty in its heyday, Jiang Nan had slept alone for three thousand Yuan. He certainly had the standing to call Song Changge a little brat. At that moment, he looked every bit like an elder lecturing a youngster.
Song Changge was taken aback. Strangely, he didn't get angry. Still looking down his nose at Jiang Nan, he said, "I don't hold it against a dead man."
Jiang Nan laughed, shaking his head. "Is this the kind of trash Qingyun Holy Land produces? Aren't you worried you'll bring shame on them by letting you out?"
"You recognize me?" Song Changge's gaze flickered, and he asked in a low voice.
Jiang Nan shook his head, then gave him a thumbs-up. "Why would I know what kind of scallion you are? But I've been wandering the world lately, and I've heard of Qingyun Holy Land. You've got its emblem right there on your clothes. And it's not as if I haven't met people from Qingyun Holy Land during my travels. I've never seen a brainless fool