C474 Inferior

When they were almost to the door, an arrogant and frivolous voice sounded in their ears, "Hey, you two brats, why aren't you coming over?"

The one who spoke was a young Martial Cultivator in his twenties, who was leaning against the entrance of a palace building and wearing a green robe.

This person's eyebrows were slanted and his eyes were cold. His voice was cold and filled with disdain