"So that's it!" Yang Yan gently shook his head, "Is everything attributed to strength? However, have you ever considered that your assessment of my strength is wrong?"
"Enough, let's not talk about this anymore, I've already told you before that you're a dead man, yet here I am chatting so much with you, it's quite embarrassing."
"I guess I've figured it out, you spoke of us, even if this isn't the entire will of Baiyu City, it's at least the will of the majority!"
"Alright, knowing this is enough. Now I have the reason to play the villain once more and end this legend."
Yang Yan's voice hadn't fallen when Yu Chang had already started.
"Bai Zhuo!"
He raised the white umbrella in his hand, pointed at Yang Yan, and shouted loudly.
"Tsk tsk! Bai Zhuo, huh? That guy Yu Chang is serious now."
Mo Ya looked at the white light spreading from Yuanfang and couldn't help but sigh.
"Teacher, is that Bai Zhuo? The legendary fire of Muddy Nine Yin?"
