"Guards, throw this damn fatty and his entourage out!" Yun Yang shouted. He didn't even spare Lu Yin and the others a glance, keeping his eyes fixed on Marshal Wang from beginning to end.
Marshal Wang sneered. "You've got some nerve, you little Yun punk. You're even trying to throw out the master of Huaiyuan's Coldgate." As he spoke, he stepped aside.
Yun Yang's gaze passed over Marshal Wang and landed on Lu Yin and the others. "What master of Huaiyuan's Coldgate? Guan Tong? He's a Red Back. He's dead. Fatty, you're trying to fool me."
Marshal Wang said nothing, merely watching Yun Yang with a sneer.
Lu Yin was annoyed at being used by the damn fatty, but he'd wanted to stir up trouble anyway. The fatty thought he was trying to establish his authority so the Smoke Cloud Sect would give them more contributions. In truth, he wanted to slip away.
The best way to escape was to find someone to keep Cai Shu occupied. The bigger the commotion, the more room he'd have to run. The Smoke Cloud Sect was a perfect target, especially since they'd even sent over a little tyrant like Yun Yang.
But before Lu Yin could speak, Yun Yang spotted Xia Tai Li, and his expression changed. "Princess Tai Li? Why are you with Fatty Wang?"
Lu Yin's words were choked off before he could get them out.
Xia Tai Li waved a hand. "I'm just passing by. Don't mind me. Do whatever you want; it has nothing to do with me."
Though she said that, Yun Yang was wary.
Xia Tai Li wasn't Marshal Wang. She was a princess of Divine Martial Heaven and the younger sister of the Progenitor-to-be, Xia Shen Fei. Forget him—even if the Smoke Cloud Sect's master were