Everyone was dumbfounded.
No one understood what Xue An meant by suddenly saying such a thing.
The middle-aged woman was first taken aback, then laughed in extreme anger, "Such arrogance, that's something you can't even begin to imagine, you..."
Xue An impatiently waved his hand, "Alright, don't give me the clichés! No matter what the opposition is, if they dare to act like this, then they're doomed! Because I said so!"
The middle-aged woman's eyes gradually widened, seemingly unable to believe how arrogant this white-robed youth before her was.
Xue An, however, ignored her, simply turning to Luo Lanting, "You don't need to ask her; she certainly doesn't know the real inside story! So the rest is up to you!"
Luo Lanting nodded, "Understood!"
With a wave of Xue An's hand, the spirit floating over the corpse shattered again and disappeared.
Afterwards, Xue An turned and walked straight to a chair in the center, leisurely sat down, and quietly watched.
