(Second update)
"Hey, who did you say was your wife?"
Ning Rongrong's pretty face was frosty as she glared at the black-haired youth approaching them. She did not want his few words to make Yang Ming misunderstand her.
Yet clearly, the youth paid no heed to Ning Rongrong's warning glare. He sauntered to a spot two meters in front of Yang Ming, sized him up for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"A pretty boy like you actually managed to win my wife's heart? Kid, who the hell are you supposed to be?"
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes. Anyone who knew him understood that he was now extremely enraged.
The dispute had drawn quite a few Spirit Masters to watch. Gathering around to enjoy a spectacle was human nature, and Yang Ming's sharp eyes even spotted several competing teams from the Heaven Dou Empire mixed into the crowd, ready to watch a good show.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Ming might have taught this black-haired youth a lesson.
However, they were currently in Spirit City, Spirit Hall's lair. If he attacked someone in the street, he would only give Spirit Hall leverage against him. Spirit Hall would probably be secretly delighted; they had been worrying about finding an excuse to deal with Yang Ming in the city. Then they could openly dispatch a team of Spirit Masters to arrest him.
Therefore, Yang Ming also suspected that this youth wearing Spirit Hall attire had deliberately said such things to provoke him and lure him into a trap.
After taking a deep breath and suppressing the killing intent in his heart, Yang Ming said flatly:
"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? It seems your manners were taught by pigs and dogs. You have absolutely no upbringing."
Hearing