Although they didn't speak, Qingning's group of young people could sense that this young man's meaning was: I can indeed handle that leopard myself; it has nothing to do with you, and I don't need to thank you.
"Hey, who are you? Even if you're a martial artist, my brother Kuang Xuan is just being kind, trying to save you; you should at least say thank you."
The girl suddenly snorted coldly, her reasonably pretty face showing a displeased expression.
"Yes, Qingning is right; this person is too much."
"Just because he's a martial artist, he thinks he's all that. Young martial artists are just arrogant and ignorant."
"No manners, lack of understanding; what martial arts heart are we even talking about? How can he call himself a martial artist?"
A group of young men and women behind the girl started discussing, clearly very unhappy with Ye Qingfeng's indifferent attitude.
