"Let's go." Xu Luo frowned, beckoning to Huangfu Chongzhi and the others, wanting to leave.
This time, Xu Luo's ultimate goal in coming to the Ancient Race was to take Su Qianqian away with him. Therefore, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"Hey, you lot... Halt! Still walking? I'm talking to you!" As the sharp shout rang out, a dozen or so people emerged in the distance.
Huangfu Chongzhi remained expressionless, glancing at Xu Luo.
Xu Jie, however, furrowed his brow fiercely, his displeasure obvious.
Little Fatty's reaction was even more direct; he shot a cold glare right back at them.
Xu Luo turned back to look at the approaching group. There were over a dozen of them in total.
The group all looked young. The men were handsome, the women beautiful, and they all carried themselves with an extraordinary air, looking like they came from prominent families.
