Senior Liang
編輯: Larbre Studio
A group of young men gathered together in a large, open yard.
There were more than ten people who surrounded a stone table, where a silver-robed young man stood in the middle of them all.
This man was tall and skinny and had a long face. His eyebrows were threaded sharply and he gave others a cold feeling.
Thick energy dissipated from the chinese tea that the silver-robed young man held in his fingers.
Although the chinese tea in his hands gave the man a cultured look, he wore a long face and did not sip the sea.
Crack!
A loud sound split the air as the silver-robed young man clenched his fist up and directly crushed the tea cup in his hands. Instantly, the aromatic sound of tea dispersed through the yard.
"Damn it. Nine Heavens Hall wasn't given to me but an outsider who just arrived!" The silver-robed young man's face darkened and he glowered.