C455 Ironically, there are many offend

"Ye Xuan?"

Ye Wusheng smiled, it seemed that everyone present was familiar with each other, there was no point in hiding his identity anymore.

"Rustle …"

Following the disappearance of a gust of wind, the sound of sand being blown apart could be heard from 'Ye Xuan's' face. The Golden Cicada hidden on his face had turned into countless fine sand, and as the wind blew past