"Yes, that's me. Is there something you need?"
Chen Ping nodded, though he felt that the attitude these three were displaying seemed rather unfriendly.
But they were disciples of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, after all. Surely they wouldn't do anything too extreme right off the bat?
"Good. You're exactly who we're looking for, you sanctimonious hypocrite who lures young girls! Come on, get onto the Martial Arts Platform with us!"
Chen Ping had extended his right hand to shake hands with the big fellow beside him, but another youth around his own age grabbed his wrist instead. Turning his hand over, the youth glared fiercely into Chen Ping's eyes.
Fucking hypermasculine freak.
Oh, no, hyperfeminine.
No, whatever-whose reincarnated Wang Dong'er was this?
Chen Ping cursed inwardly. The way these three demanded a fight on the Martial Arts Platform right off the bat really did make them seem cast from the same mold as Wang Dong'er.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit down and hear me explain?"
"I think this is most likely a misunderstanding. After all, even counting every last minute, I've only been at your Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for an hour. Am I right?"
Chen Ping's words weren't entirely ineffective. At least when he stressed that this might be a misunderstanding, a trace of hesitation did flash through the three's eyes.
But when Chen Ping said he had only been at the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for an hour, the three suddenly seemed to think of something else, and their determination to drag him onto the Martial Arts Platform instantly grew even stronger.
Chen Ping shook his head. The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's people were the hosts this time, and he was the guest. Even if there really was some misunderstanding,