Watching the retreating figures of Xue An and his companion, Pu Yanru's wine cup stiffened in midair. Her face, as lovely as a flower, still bore a smile, yet her eyes gradually filled with a chilling coldness.
Qi Hongbo spoke indifferently, "Miss Pu, do you recognize this man?"
Pu Yanru shook her head, "I've never seen him before."
Beside her, Bai Chong waved his folding fan, "So arrogant, I really wonder what he's relying on!"
A murderous chill flashed in Qi Hongbo's eyes, "No matter what he relies on, since he dares to be so bold in front of me, he must die!"
Li Gang, who was grimacing in pain as he tended to the injuries on his arm, snarled in agreement, "Exactly, the guy is as good as dead. Several elders from our Divine Temple, along with the Hall Master, will soon arrive, and when they do, I'll skin him alive!"
No sooner had he spoken than his newly set arm broke once again.