Flaming Qilin was not Chu Xun. His words didn't sound impressive enough, appearing to be tough outwardly.

Yan Wushuang could feel it, but Gu Feiyu might not be able to recognize it.

Flaming Qilin looked at Gu Feiyu with one hand behind his back, imitating Chu Xun.

Gu Feiyu's pupils shrank.

He was considering the words of Flaming Qilin.

"You go first," Flaming Qilin said domineeringly to Yan Wushuang.

He knew ...