"Hey, since you came back, you have been watching your sword without talking. You were irritated by Ding Hao's strength, weren't you?" the fat man Ren Xiaoyao asked with a lisp. He was always extremely lucky; at the moment, he was chewing on the chicken legs and looking at Lin Xin, the handsome teenager sitting in the distance.

Lin Xin was originally looking calmly at his long sword in his hand with a complicated expression. He glanced at the fat man and said unkindly, "Since ...