C1482 Mu Xinglan Was Just Right

Upon hearing these words, Mu Xinglan's delicate facial features were covered with a layer of frost. It was as cold as the devil from hell. He glanced at those people in a daze and sneered indifferently, "You think you are qualified to ask who I am?"

His cold and oppressive tone, coupled with his innate noble aura, made people shiver in fear.

He rarely came out to deal with this kind of trash