Feng Yun's gaze turned cold, staring at Yin Yunxiao like a venomous snake watching its prey near a trap.
He immediately began to plot.
He chuckled lightly, with a hint of amusement, saying: "Oh? Don't rush to act. Tell me, what did I do first?"
Yin Yunxiao's icy gaze pierced Feng Yun, gritting his teeth: "Yes, yes, it's precisely your aura. That superior, dismissive attitude—Feng Yun, your pretentiousness is impeccable, and pretending to be oblivious is equally convincing."
Feng Yun chuckled gracefully, shaking his head: "Care to clarify? With so many people here, are you afraid I'll deny it? Share it, let everyone know how I supposedly did this first."
Yin Yunxiao took a deep breath, extended his hand, and declared word by word: "Feng Yun, I'm giving you a chance. Return the Spiritual Medicine you've stolen from our Underworld!"
Jiang Bihuai and others were taken aback, turning their gaze to Feng Yun.
Feng Yun actually robbed Yin Yunxiao? That's big news!
