The comer questioned Xiao Ye with an arrogant attitude.
Xiao Ye frowned slightly, his consciousness withdrew from the Time Tower, and he opened his eyes.
The comer was a young man, tall and robust, with waterfall-like black hair, very heroic, but his daunting eyes were like those of a venomous snake, cold and frightening.
"Am I asking you if you're Xiao Ye?" The youth coldly shouted again, with a sharp coldness flashing in his eyes, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, shattering all the tables and chairs inside the room.
A surge of anger rose in Xiao Ye's heart. It was a big taboo for a Martial Artist to be disturbed during seclusion, which could lead to a minor loss of opportunity or a severe risk of cultivation deviation.
On this account alone, even if Xiao Ye seriously injured the other party, it would still be considered polite.
What's more, the comer addressed him in such an impolite manner, with an air of superiority.
