Jing Yan's face turned cold.
He knows Lu Chun is from the Mystic Moon Trading House, but he had already seen Lu Chun's appearance with his Divine Thought. Knowing who Lu Chun is, he still dared to approach him; naturally, he is not afraid of Lu Chun attacking him.
"Who might you be? So old, yet so uncivilized?" Jing Yan retorted.
Jing Yan's tone was casual, his expression indifferent, without even showing anger in his eyes. Such a simple remark was enough to make Lu Chun's lungs burst with rage. The more relaxed Jing Yan seemed, the angrier Lu Chun became. If Jing Yan had shown a furious expression, Lu Chun might not be so irritated.
"You little beast, courting death!" For a moment, Lu Chun forgot all about the Netherworld Crystal Stone veins. He activated Divine Power, ready to strike at Jing Yan.
This clearly shows the intensity of his anger.
