Liang Yu's gaze turned cold, and he said icily, "Kid, stop playing games. I've seen more geniuses than you've seen Martial Kings. There's no way Gale Light Academy could produce a disciple like you. I suggest you just confess the truth."
Ye Xuan sneered, "That just shows your ignorance. A frog in a well cannot know the vastness of the heavens. Heroes are not judged by their origins; kings and nobles can rise from the humblest of beginnings. Even a shallow pond can nurture a True Dragon, waiting for the day it soars and shocks the world."
Liang Yu's eyes glinted coldly as he grinned ferociously. "Kid, are you comparing yourself to a True Dragon? How laughable. You think you can get away with saying nothing? Once I capture you, it won't be up to you anymore."
Liang Yu had no desire to waste more words with Ye Xuan. With a cold sneer, a frosty look appeared on his face.
