"The Sacred Maiden belongs to my young master!"
A strange, mocking voice came from behind, causing Xiao Yi's eyes to narrow instinctively into slits.
Xiao Yi's expression darkened, a trace of coldness flickering across his face.
Fang Qingzhu was his reverse scale.
He turned around.
In the midst of the crowd, a youth with a sharp chin and monkey-like features stared at him, sneering arrogantly. "Kid, judging by your attire, you must be from the Southern State, right? Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror to see what rubbish you are? You think you're worthy of the Sacred Maiden? Someone as noble as Her Highness the Sacred Maiden can only be worthy of my young master!"
Little Lin flared in anger at the youth's mockery of Xiao Yi and immediately snapped, "You yin-yang freak! Say one more word, and I'll shred your mouth to pieces!"
"Oh, you've got some nerve, huh? Threatening me?"
