Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"Who is he?" Zhao Liwan asked, confused.
"He's Mo Fan, the jerk with ill-luck!" Zu Kuangli snapped.
"He's Mo Fan?" Zhao Liwan was surprised too.
The three of them had not gone to the peak of Mount Tyrant, they were stationed further away to stand guard. After all, only the people of the Magic Associations with a certain status were allowed on the peak. They were not worthy enough to show their faces in front of Su Lu!
"I wanted to teach him a lesson last time, but I never had the chance!" Zu Kuangli rubbed his hands in expectation.
"Not now, we have something important to do first," Zhao Liwan advised against it.