These young people were all practically at the Innate Realm, yet they had never had the chance to see Ling Yun, and they could not even recognize Long Beibei with her hair tied up.
However, they all stared at Song Yili without blinking, thinking to themselves what a beautiful girl!
"Ahem, hello there, pretty miss, my name is Ye Feng!"
A Dragon Group member who considered himself handsome introduced himself to Song Yili very politely, even shooting her a seductive wink and blinking flirtatiously—and honestly, he looked quite dashing.
Song Yili frowned!
None of the suitors around her were any worse than Ye Feng, and their routines were basically the same, so she remained entirely unmoved.
Awkward!
"Get moving!" the old man said with displeasure. Trying to pick up girls in front of the King of Hell? Was he courting death? He still had not figured out what their relationship was; if she happened to be the King of Hell's mistress, they were finished.
Ye Feng said, "You guys go first. I'll wait a second. Pretty miss, do you use WeChat? Mine is—"
He immediately fished out his phone, ready to bring up his QR code!
The old man bellowed, "Are you moving or not? If you don't, this old man will break your legs!"
The pressure of that Tianren Realm aura exploded outward, draining the color from the faces of the entire group; with just a single finger, the old man's strength could snuff them out.
Ye Feng felt awkward and had no choice but to leave, while remaining puzzled by the old man's behavior just moments ago. There was no need for that, surely; they were not short of a single minute.
At this moment, Song Yili recalled how strange Ling Yun's words had been earlier, as if