The only reaction from the disciples of Ghostfang Peak to his words was their glare becoming even sharper, like a flying sword piercing towards Yan Xiaobao's heart.
Yan Xiaobao felt a bit awkward, but he knew he was their elder, so he smiled and said: "Uh... we're all disciples. Don't be like that! Come on, come on, I'll tell you an interesting story. Once upon a time—"
However, before he finished speaking, their stare became even more terrifying.
He had done his best to take the first step, but all they did was continue to stare at him. He began to wonder if he had done something wrong.
As time went by, all the disciples on Ghost Cave Mountain heard that the great enemy of the North Shore, Yan Xiaobao, had arrived, and more and more people started flying in his direction. As they did, hatred seemed to fill the air, and they began shouting angrily.
"Yan Xiaobao, how dare you come to the North Shore! We'll show you what happens to those who dare offend us!"
