"Please step aside, you two," Wang Yan said gravely, looking at the two men blocking their way.
The two men looked peculiar. One had an exceptionally thick right arm, while the other had an unusually large head.
Kirin Arm and Big-Headed Son? Huo Yuhao thought as he looked at the oddly shaped pair.
The man with the thick right arm said, "You can leave, but we want to speak to this little fellow alone."
As he spoke, he pointed at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao said coolly, "Whatever you have to say, you can say it here."
"No, no, no. Some things can't be allowed to reach outsiders' ears." The Big-Headed Man smiled at Huo Yuhao, his gaze gentle, yet radiating a strange spiritual fluctuation.
Huo Yuhao frowned, a glint of gold flashing through his blue eyes.
The Big-Headed Man looked slightly surprised. "We mean no harm. We only want to chat with you. If you don't want the people around you getting hurt, come with us."
With that, he and the thick-armed man walked toward the lounge off to one side.
"Tch." Looking displeased, Huo Yuhao told Wang Yan, "Teacher Wang, I'll go see what they want."
"I'll come with you. They probably won't dare make a move in the hotel. Everyone else, head back first." Wang Yan followed him.
As Wang Dong watched them leave, an inexplicable sense of loss suddenly rose in her heart.
She fell silent for a moment, then went upstairs with the others.
There was no one else in the lounge. Huo Yuhao and Wang Yan sat opposite the two men.
"Let's get straight to the point," Huo Yuhao said evenly.
The Big-Headed Man smiled. "Then we'll keep this brief. Your first martial soul should be your eyes, and your first soul skill is an