Glanced at the pillar beside him, covered with cracks.
The man in the blue shirt, whose real name was Yan Rui, had his face visibly darken at an astonishing speed.
This guy, truly reckless!
His gaze fell.
He happened to witness Chen Yang's expression, which was more like a smirk.
Compared to the leisurely Chen Yang, the middle-aged man beside him had a tense expression and was ready to draw his sword at any moment.
Clearly, this was a sign of wanting to make a move.
Simply put, Chen Yang's finger flick of the leaf had given them a massive shock, forcing them to rein in their previous arrogance and conceit.
Chen Yang didn't waste much time but simply picked up a dry leaf fallen on the table, placed it in his palm, and gently blew.
The leaf swept past the window, carried by the wind.
