As Huang Xiaolong looked at the crimson-haired young man, the crimson-haired young man also looked at Huang Xiaolong following Zheng Wei’s line of gaze. When he saw that Huang Xiaolong was just an early Seventh Order Ancient God Realm disciple, a mocking sneer curved up from the corners of his lips.

Just as he was about to speak, Huang Xiaolong was a step ahead of him as he said, “Excuse me, we are not interested in going with you.”

Chang Fang and the disciples behind him blanked for a second.

“Kid, you’re not a disciple of the Golden Drums Sect, right?” Chang Fang was not angered by Huang Xiaolong’s words, instead, he laughed and warned, “Do you know who I am? Not to mention, can you even decide on behalf of Zheng Wei and the rest?”

Despite the smile on Chang Fang’s face, his attitude was evidently condescending.

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