Yan Qingyang swayed over to Murong Qingcheng, attracting countless screams from the female disciples.
However, this did not endear him to Murong Qingcheng, who politely shook her head to refuse.
"It seems you still don't know who I am. My name is Yan Qingyang, a student from the previous session and also the vice president of the Dao Ling Association!"
Yan Qingcheng was very confident. He believed that simply mentioning the name of the Dao Ling Association would surprise the other party.
Yet, he was wrong.
Murong Qingcheng showed no reaction, though she was aware of the might of the Dao Ling Association.
Seeing Murong Qingcheng's impassivity, Yan Qingyang's face darkened slightly.
He couldn't vent his anger at Murong Qingcheng, so he turned his focus to Lin Xuan nearby.
"Kid, better scram if you know what's good for you, or don't blame me for being rude!" Yan Qingyang transmitted his voice.
Lin Xuan instantly felt annoyed. You can't hook up, and you blame others?
