Small Cloud

Nan Tianyuan said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "What are you saying? As the disciple of that senior, you are also a person of high status. We do not dare to offend you."

"Nan Tianyuan, don't play around with me. You've done too many wicked things, haven't you?"

It was rare for Situ Yun to see Nan Tianyuan's face deflated. Although he saw Nan Tianyuan look at him with pleading eyes, he still turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

In this match, only Situ Yun of the Martial Fortress in Jiang Chang city had the qualifications to contend against Zhao Shuning. Unfortunately, Nan Tianyuan did not have enough face and Situ Yun did not buy it.

"Nan Family Master, how do you propose we compensate you for this?"

Nan Tianyuan thought for a long time before slowly replying: "Miss Zhao, look, Huang Sandong is already dead. This Ling Family lady can be considered to have avenged a great enmity. "You see, will you?"

"Of course not."