Ye Xiu looked irritably at the old man and asked, "And who might you be?"
"I am Xie Weizheng, an Eighth Grade Grandmaster of the Lian family," the old man announced proudly, carrying himself with an air that suggested being an Eighth Grade Grandmaster was a magnificent feat.
"Just a mere Eighth Grade Grandmaster, and you're already this smug?" Ye Xiu scoffed disdainfully. "I'm in a terrible mood and have no time for you. Take your four losers and get lost."
Upon hearing this, Xie Weizheng and the three bodyguards burst into laughter. Qiu Yunxuan and Kong Ruoruo were also at a loss for words.
"Kid, I don't know whether to call you wildly arrogant or adorably ignorant," one of the bodyguards mocked. "An Eighth Grade Grandmaster is powerful enough to establish their own sect. In the Ancient Martial Circle, they're considered a top-tier expert. Yet you dare to make such brazen claims? You must be tired of living."
