C706 Anger

Ren Haoyue's eyes methodically scanned each person perched atop the black eagle, finally resting on Bai Tianxu, whose white hair and malevolent aura were unmistakable.

Bai Tianxu, however, did not meet Ren Haoyue's gaze, his attention seemingly captivated by the distant, mist-enshrouded horizon, as if oblivious to the scrutiny he was under.

"Was it you who spoke those words?" Ren Haoyue's voice