Chen Xi and Feng Luyang turned to the side in unison, and they saw a few young people walking over from the terrace’s teleportation formation.

The person in the lead was a silver robed young man, and his dressing was exaggeratedly luxurious. His figure swayed in an utterly carefree manner as he walked, and it was he who spoke in ridicule earlier.

This group consisted of both men and women, and they surrounded two young men like a host of stars surrounding a bright moon. The young man on the left had an handsome appearance, red lips, white teeth, and a dense baleful aura between his brows, causing him to seem overbearing and gloomy.

The young man on the right was tall, thin, and wore a multicolored robe. A faint smile hung on the corners of his mouth while he revealed an elegant bearing, and he was like a beautiful peacock that had spread its tail.

These two people were Luo Zixuan and Nan Xiuchong.

Those young people at their sides were naturally the young masters and young miss from the Immortal Dimension.

Feng Luyang’s brows knit together abruptly, and he was slightly surprised and bewildered while the killing intent in his heart that had almost started seething instantly vanished without a trace. He seemed as if he didn’t have the mood to pay any further attention to Chen Xi.

“You seem to be extremely afraid?”...