"This is my home. You're not letting me go home now—Fellow Daoist, there's no such logic in this world, is there?"
"Sorry, someone is already inside."
Outside the cave, a young man in a blood-red robe, with seductive, sinister eyes, stared at Ye Xin before him with an odd expression.
He had only gone out for a trip, yet his home had been stolen?
And this fellow in front of him was like a fool. He would not explain a single reason, repeating only one sentence over and over: someone was already inside.
It left him utterly frustrated.
"Fellow Daoist, seriously, step aside. This is my home, and I don't want to start a conflict with you either."
"Or, if you like this place, I'll give it to you. Just let me go in and retrieve something."
Nangong Xuanyi looked at Ye Xin, who refused to yield no matter what, and finally took a deep breath before speaking pleasantly once more.
Although the aura of this fellow before him was extraordinary, he was still no match for him.
What he truly feared was whoever was inside the cave.
With a peak Daluo Golden Immortal standing guard at the door, it was highly likely that a quasi-saint had occupied his cave abode.
That was why he had kept speaking so courteously with Ye Xin.
"Sorry, someone is inside. You can wait. Once they finish their secluded cultivation, you can go in."
"Fuck, you're being unreasonable, aren't you?"
Nangong Xuanyi could no longer hold back. He pulled away from Ye Xin, pointed at him indignantly, and made no attempt to hide the fury on his face.
"It's not that I'm being unreasonable. Someone inside is in secluded cultivation. How am I supposed to let you in?"
Ye Xin glanced at Nangong Xuanyi