Ling Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why was this child crying?
"Beibei is the bravest child!"
"Mm-hmm!" Beibei blinked, holding back the tears in her eyes.
Qin Xianglian said, "Ling Yun, hurry and save them."
"Mm!"
These ignorant young men only needed a little punishment. Beibei had gone a bit too far. Just look at how badly she'd beaten them—they were almost dead.
Just as he dispelled his Divine Might, a figure in the distance came hurtling toward them at incredible speed. It was the fastest movement technique Ling Yun had ever seen, even the ancient demon gods falling short of it and admitting defeat.
The newcomer wore a Taoist robe. In an instant, he appeared before Ling Yun. "Supreme Emperor Lord, you've gone too far! My young master traveled all this way to study at Moonlit Cultivation Academy, yet you humiliated him like this!"
"Oh?" Ling Yun's brows knitted slightly in displeasure. Who was this man? How dare he speak to him like that? Did he have a death wish?
The old man actually held Ling Yun's gaze. Qin Xianglian immediately went to examine the little boy's injuries, reproaching Beibei a little. Beibei took out a pill and gave a silly grin.
The Little one scratched her head and stared at the old man, muttering, "Bad old man!"
The old man's eyes flew wide open. "You're asking for death!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Do you think I'm not here? Which of these little brats is your young master?"
"Not so mighty now, are you? Take a guess, you filthy mutt!" The old man spoke with utter arrogance, fury burning in his eyes.
Ling Yun burst out laughing. He'd been insulted again. Was this old man's brain broken, or was he really powerful enough not to fear him?