"So, who do we have here? The renowned Li brothers. No wonder you think so little of the Yan clan."
He then walked to the seat of honor, swept aside the hem of his robe, and sat down.
He clapped his hands twice. Several more black-clothed men immediately entered from outside and silently dragged the unconscious people out of the hall.
"Heh heh, to think we brothers have become so famous that even the Yan patriarch knows us. Tsk, tsk! What an honor! But this time, our only responsibility is to protect our young master. He's the one calling the shots! If there's anything to discuss, Brother Yan, you should speak to him."
The one who looked like a child gave an utterly innocent smile, but the voice that emerged was rough as a cracked gong, startling the wary Yan clan members around him.
Hearing what the two men said, the red-haired old man inwardly tensed.
Anyone who could make these two infamous fiends speak like that was clearly no ordinary young master. His gaze settled on the young man in the silver mask.
After studying him for a while, he asked indifferently:
"You're the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Why are you wearing a mask? Do you have something to hide?"
"You've misjudged me, senior. I have my own difficulties that oblige me to wear this mask, not anything shameful to hide. If you truly wish to see my face, I can certainly remove it for you."
The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect chuckled and replied with neither servility nor arrogance.
"Hmph, what's worth looking at in a man's face? I have no interest in that! What I do want to know is why you people from the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly came all this