The young man's words were baffling. Fu Wei, standing nearby, timidly asked, "Dao brother, is there some misunderstanding?"
The young man slowly turned his gaze toward him, sizing him up from head to toe. His brow rose slightly. "Divination Tribe?"
Fu Wei smiled ingratiatingly. "Dao brother's gaze is truly keen..."
Though he had just told Lu Ye that the Divination Tribe was somewhat renowned in the Star Abyss, in truth, very few people knew of them. Anyone who could recognize his Divination Tribe origins at a glance was no ordinary person. Perhaps the other party's background even had some connection to the Divination Tribe.
He was full of confusion over how Lu Ye had forged a grudge with someone like this. But then he recalled that Lu Ye had even killed Perrin of Hundred Battles City. It no longer seemed strange for him to have offended anyone.
He was about to speak again when the young man coldly spat out a single word: "Scram!"
"Ah?" Fu Wei froze. This was rather different from what he had expected. Then he suddenly saw a flash of golden light pass through the young man's eyes, and his expression changed drastically. His body actually drifted backward against his will as he hastily transmitted to Lu Ye, "Senior brother, I'm afraid I can't afford to provoke this one. You'd best avoid his edge as well!"
Then he fled into the distance without looking back.
Lu Ye's gaze narrowed slightly. Fu Wei had clearly noticed something, but Lu Ye had no idea what exactly. He could only vaguely judge from Fu Wei's reaction that this young man had an extraordinary background.
The young man was still looking over Lu Ye's bedraggled state, his eyes full of disgust and contempt. He sneered again, "How did trash like