When Chen Yan spoke these words, his mind was filled with possible actions that the boy in front of him might take, but believing he had said nothing wrong and with a higher cultivation level, he slightly bowed his head, feigning humility.
'I'm not breaking any rules? What can you do about it?'
But as he waited for a reply that never came, his gaze quickly settled on Li Zhouwei's face, his black pupils shifting towards the narrow corners of his eyes, a dark, ponderous hue emerging, not bowing or paying homage, even carrying a sense of looking down from a high position.
As soon as he peered, his eyes directly met those of the princely heir in front of him, causing an emptiness in his heart. It was as if his malicious pride was seen through completely, and he thought to himself:
"Damn it."
In a blink, Li Zhouwei suddenly stepped forward, and Chen Yan felt a tightness in his throat as a pair of hands, quick as lightning, abruptly clasped onto his neck from below.
"You!"
