Yan Jiu seemed to have sniffed out an intense scent of treachery, as if he should not have brought Ye Lingyue here to stop the Young Sect Master of the thick-headed Jueqing Sect.
"Bo Qing, you listen to me first, things are not what you think..." Ye Lingyue had no time to explain.
Bo Qing, furious, hid Ye Lingyue behind him as if a dog had hidden its favorite bone.
"You are the City Lord of Yan City, Yan Jiu. Go back and tell your superior, that person named after heavy. Hong Shisan is my man, as long as I, Bo Qing, am alive for a day, nobody is allowed to touch Thirteen."
The thought of protecting him and not letting anyone hurt him wildly flourished, breaking ground in Bo Qing's heart.
"Young Sect Master, before making such statements, shouldn't you ask your old man first, the Sect Leader of Jueqing Sect?" Yan Jiu spread his hands helplessly.
"Bo Qing, you little rascal! How many times have I told you, stop causing trouble outside."
