"What do you mean by that?"
Qin Yang kept a cold expression. Even though his lower half was swollen, he still confronted these strangers with an unyielding arrogance.
Damn it!
Swollen or not, what difference does it make? You all know damn well who did this, yet you're bringing it up now—who are you trying to humiliate here?
No doubt about it.
Qin Yang felt these guys were just mocking him.
The old man's entourage found Qin Yang's arrogance unbearable, some ready to strike and teach this disrespectful brat a lesson. But the elder raised his hand to stop them.
"Young friend, this old man means no malice. If my guess is correct, you likely had an encounter with descendants of the Watermother Elder; they're usually exceptionally beautiful women—or at least they appear that way from behind."
"And what you're suffering from now is the Jellyfish Poison. Without an antidote, I fear your body won't be able to endure it."
