The night was deep.
In contrast to the mundane world, this Yuning Mountain truly returns to the essence.
Technologies that can be used have not fallen behind either, merging perfectly with the martial atmosphere here.
If it weren't for the noise around, Chen Yang would surely enjoy this night filled with the breath of nature.
Chen Yang handed a cigarette to Shen Shaotian, curiously asking, "These people, they don't seem to recognize you?"
"Them?"
Shen Shaotian sneered, "I, the Young Master of Southern Dipper Academy, am not someone they can recognize as they please."
There's some boasting, but it's indeed true.
Different statuses create different circles. They're just local tyrants of Shisu Town, truly insignificant compared to a major force like the Southern Dipper Academy.
Chen Yang chuckled, "How about letting you have a go today?"
"Indeed, it's been some time since I last killed anyone." Shen Shaotian's fingers cracked as he intertwined them, a playful grin on his face.
