A waste of time.
Arguing with other people like this man in front of him was a waste of his time. Yang Lujia was done with his games and he would face all things now head-on. No matter whether he would attract the attention of the person overseeing this region or the Holy Light Emperor, he had no fears.
His father was once a sovereign in this entire realm. He had to do the same or even surpass him. Father figures had always left a shadow on him. Surpassing them would always become his goal after what he had experienced with his father in the past.
As he flew in the air, his gaze was piercing the man's pair of eyes. The latter subconsciously took a step back in the air as he watched Yang Lujia incredulously. 'Why do I feel like the world is against me when I'm facing him?'