C703 Spy

Ye Mingyang furrowed his brows. He could see that his facial expression had calmed down. His emotions were no longer as agitated as before. He naturally knew that he could argue with this Yanjiu anywhere he wanted. However, he couldn't do it here right now. If he were to ask why he couldn't do it... White Spirit Holy King was the best proof. They were just some Flower Picking Stage warriors