This young man was just a little sharp-tongued. In terms of skills, he was indeed very talented. At the age of fourteen, he was already a high-level Sword Star Spirit Master, but so what? He was too bad at judging the situation. Without the protection of the Night King's Manor and the Beiting Family, he would only die faster than those with mediocre talent!
"Little Ninth…"
Seeing that Beiting Huang was about to turn around and leave, Beiting Jing felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He was stopped outside the door and not allowed to enter. Even he couldn't bear such humiliation, let alone Beiting Huang, who was ten years younger than him. Beiting Jing was about to pull Beiting Huang back and seek justice with her when a whirlwind blew beside him.
The storm raged at the entrance!