Bai Shao Hong glared at Lu Yin. "I told you to release your domain."
Long Tian looked at Lu Yin as well. "Check it."
Long Xi spoke up. "If you want to check, do it yourselves."
"We're here now. No one gets to stay out of this," Bai Shao Hong said.
"What's wrong with you? Check it yourself. You think you're that important?" Lu Yin mocked him without holding back. Since exposure was inevitable, there was no point in holding back anymore.
Everyone stared at Lu Yin in surprise. No one had expected him to start by cursing Bai Shao Hong—not even Bai Shao Hong himself.
He'd provoked Lu Yin several times along the way, but Lu Yin had remained silent. And now he'd suddenly snapped?
Lu Yin rolled his eyes. Snapped? No. More accurately, he was baiting Bai Shao Hong, trying to provoke him into attacking.
This place was bizarre. Xia Shen Fei, Wang Su, and Liu Tianmu were all here, representing three different groups, yet they had inexplicably entered a meditative state. It was impossible that they hadn't fought, and yet they were still like this. That could only mean one thing: if a fight broke out, something unpredictable might happen.
If so, what did he have to fear? He'd just let Bai Shao Hong make the first move.
Bai Shao Hong wasn't stupid. He had clearly figured it out, and so had the others.
Yun Tingting watched Bai Shao Hong with interest. What would he do after being insulted like that? Attack? Did he dare?
A murderous glint flashed in Bai Shao Hong's eyes. "Watch your mouth."
"Get lost," Lu Yin shot back, finally venting all the frustration and resentment he'd bottled up along the way.
Long Xi glanced at him, remembering what he'd said to Yu