“Hmm?” Shuntian Bohan had been looking at Tianming with amusement, but Ying Huo’s sudden arrogance made him retract his smile. The black ‘中’ character between his brows transmitted an invisible pressure that pressed down on Ying Huo. He looked at Tianming’s disciple card and slowly asked with a tilted head, “How’d I not notice you were a twelfth-level stellaminor the last time?”

The Shuntian clan member wore a loose black robe with long hair down to his waist and seemed to have a feminine air.

“Yes.” Tianming nodded.

Flames blazed on Ying Huo as it domineeringly said, “Yes what yes. Beat him up Lin Feng, so I can have...