Xiao Yan let out a breath and set down the still-warm teacup in his hand, its base making a soft clink.
"Alright, Senior Brother." He tilted his head and smiled at Han Feng. "As it happens, I don't like being constantly bothered either. It would be nice to make an example of someone before entering the Ancient Realm."
"Since he volunteered to be that chicken, we might as well accept him."
As his words fell, Xiao Yan abruptly turned his head. His black eyes were like sharp arrows, piercing through the clamorous crowd and shooting straight at the man in green on the pavilion.
"Hehe, his senses are quite sharp."
Seeing Xiao Yan look over, the man in green—Yang Hao, the third commander of the Black Annihilation Army—merely smiled indifferently, without the slightest trace of fear on his face. He possessed the strength of a peak Five-Star Dou Venerable and was considered among the best of the younger generation in the Central Plains. In battles against opponents of the same level, he had rarely suffered defeat.
"Yang Hao, don't act recklessly. If the elders find out..." The fifth commander beside him frowned and reminded him in a low voice.
"It's only a spar. Our Ancient Clan has always revered martial strength. Making friends through combat is perfectly appropriate, isn't it?" Yang Hao smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I won't make things too difficult for him, provided he knows what's good for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, before the fifth commander could say anything more, Yang Hao flashed and appeared on the enormous stone platform like a ghost.
He looked smilingly toward Xiao Yan's direction and said, "Mr. Xiao Yan, I have long heard of your great name. Might you offer me some guidance today?"
Swish!
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