Ling Xiangyang sprang to his feet abruptly, "Is this information reliable?"
"Absolutely certain," the man nodded repeatedly, "It's reported by our insider in Dragon Hall, there can't be any mistake."
Ye Wujie's face turned incredibly grim as he suddenly clenched his hand, crushing the wine glass in it on the spot!
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Enraged, Ye Wujie cursed, "I even handed out the Burst Spirit Pills, and yet they can't even deal with a Qin Jiang. What's the use of them anyway?"
All those present shuddered in fear from Ye Wujie's bellowing.
Not one dared even lift their head.
"Mr. Ye, it seems that I won't have the chance to receive your gift now," Zhao Mulong said softly, a hint of displeasure flickering across his face before he continued sternly, "It looks like I'll have to take matters into my hands."