"What do you think you're looking at, peasant?" Young Master Shen growled, taking Qingyi's attention away from Qing Ruyan.
'Ah... should I finish off this bum now?" Qingyi asked himself, but when he looked at Qing Ruyan again, he decided that it wouldn't be a good idea.
He had the confidence to deal with Young Master Shen, but if Qing Ruyan entered the fray, he would probably be defeated.
They weren't like those mediocre experts he had faced on the second floor.
"I beg young master Shen's pardon," Qingyi bowed his head as he clenched his fists respectfully.
"This is just a humble cultivator who ended up here by luck and doesn't have the power to leave on his own."
"Humpf." Young Master Shen snorted at those words.
Noticing Qingyi's cultivation, he focused his attention back on the gate in front of him.
"Wait in a corner and don't get in the way. My guards will escort you back after we've finished."
