"Han Yishui, what do you mean?" Elder Wu Qingfeng's expression darkened.
"I think I've already explained myself more than clear enough." Han Yishui's hair was white, and even his complexion was pale. His eyes were thin, and his lips were small, appearing very malicious. He sipped a cup of tea, saying, "Elder Wu, there's no need for you to be like this."
Elder Wu Qingfeng pressed forward a couple steps, coldly saying, "Don't go too far, Han Yishui!"
"Was there something wrong with what I said? He's just a small mortal, but he still dares to come to my Spirit Ruins Paradise demanding spiritual items. Those belong to one of my sect's disciple's, Pang Bo. They don't have anything to do with him." Han Yishui had been completely unperturbed this whole time. He coldly glanced at Ye Fan, saying, "Hurry up and get out of here. This isn't a place you can stay."
Bang!
