"Who the hell is that, making a racket in my ear? And with such a lousy attitude for someone who wants to ask a question."
The men were in the middle of a lively chat when a cold voice suddenly cut in. Their good mood instantly soured, and one of them snorted.
Turning their heads, they saw Ye Xuan staring at them coldly.
When they saw he was just a teenager, the disdain on their faces deepened. One of them was about to spout some filth when a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the youth, pressing down on him so hard he could barely breathe.
The displeasure on their faces vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold sweat that beaded on their skin.
'He's so young, yet his aura is so terrifying. He must be a disciple from some great house or powerful clan.'
One of them hastily stammered, "Young Master, what would you like to ask?"
His expression was filled with apprehension.
