"Saint!?"
"Damn, does Changlin Academy, this junior academy, have a Saint?"
"No, the junior academy doesn't have a Saint; it must be that young man's family accompanying him."
"So what if they have a Saint? This is Canglan City; even if you don't mention the Canglan Army, just the Qingwang Residence has Saint Monarch strong ones!"
A round of discussion erupted on the bridge, with everyone watching Jiang Chen and his group with interest.
"Tan Zhengyao, curse again, see if he dares to kill you!"
A voice shouted, and a young man dressed in a long white satin robe emerged from the crowd, coming to Tan Zhengyao's side.
"Tan Zhengyao, you are the Young Master of Qingwang Residence, right? So what? Are you scared by a kid from Changlin Academy?"
The young man in white glanced at Jiang Chen, then teased Tan Zhengyao: "What's there to curse? See if he dares to kill you!"
