As soon as the words were spoken, a streak of mystic light flew over swiftly from the other side.
The man looked young, handsome, and extraordinary, yet his cold and severe demeanor was alarming.
"Who took my Medicine Python? Hand it over immediately!"
Although he phrased it as a question, his gaze was fixed directly on the people on this boat.
Seeing the man, Yi Shicheng's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Brother Xie, judging by his clothes, this person is a notable figure from the Xuanyang Sect..."
After reminding Xie Xingchen, Yi Shicheng, considering himself the host, plucked up his courage, emerged from the cabin, and respectfully saluted the other party: "This junior is a disciple of the Yi Family..."
Before he could finish speaking, the other party coldly interrupted, "Was it you who took my Medicine Python?"
Yi Shicheng hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, you have misunderstood, senior..."