"Senior Sister Qiyue, don't make fun of me. What would I be fighting him for?"
"If I win, I gain nothing. If I lose, I'll be nailed to the pillar of shame."
"So you're afraid of losing too."
The moment the young man finished speaking, Yun Qiyue shot back with a question.
At those words, the young man fell silent.
Clearly, Yun Qiyue's single sentence had choked him speechless. For the moment, he had no idea what to say.
"Forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore. You're way too boring."
Seeing his expression, Yun Qiyue casually waved a hand, her face full of impatience.
"Sigh."
The young man let out a sigh and quietly moved away from Yun Qiyue.
"Senior Sister, that person was...?"
Ye Lin, who had watched the entire exchange, found it rather novel.
It was the first time Yun Qiyue had spoken in such a sharp tone.
"Just a filthy fly. He buzzes around my ears all day long. Annoying as hell."
Yun Qiyue waved her hand dismissively, her voice brimming with irritation.
"Oh~"
Ye Lin raised his brows, a look of sudden realization appearing on his face.
He understood now. One of Senior Sister's admirers.
Looking back at the Arena, the person atop it had become even more arrogant.
"Are all of you Eastern Region Top Hundred trash? You've lost three matches already—does no one dare come up?"
"I've been cursing for so long my throat's gone hoarse."
"Heh, a bunch of wine sacks and rice bags. With this much ability, don't even dream of defiling the so-called Cloud Heaven Secret Realm. Hand over the slots openly and properly."
The young man continued hurling abuse.
Only then did Ye Lin finally understand why those words sounded so grating.
Because his position and identity had changed.