The refined young man cupped his hands gently, his posture very low.
However, the others, even Yin Sheng, hurriedly cupped their fists in return.
Still, there was clearly indignation on his face.
He could not help but say, "Nephew Wanjuan, it's not that we don't abide by the rules of the Academy, but as far as I know, these guys are not students of the Academy, right?"
In other words, they were not students. Why should he care?
As soon as these words were spoken, the refined young man suddenly glanced at Yin Sheng with a faint smile.
"Guardian Yin, I think I've already expressed myself clearly. Do you have any questions?"
His tone was still amiable, but inexplicably, Yin Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.
When he looked at the refined young man again, his gaze immediately changed.
This young man was even stronger!
That day, he had killed a Greater God in three moves. Now, perhaps…