Cold words, an extremely firm attitude.
Yet, Xue An burst into laughter.
To him, this boy, but fifteen or sixteen years old, was like a little cat whose territory had been violated, only able to display his presence in such a fierce manner.
However, his laughter only made the boy more displeased. His eyebrows raised, a Talisman Spell suddenly appeared above Xue An's head, then he spoke in a cold voice.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xue An's laughter subsided, his gaze swept over the Talisman Spell, and then he spoke lightly, "Nothing much. I just think that I am merely a passerby. Is there a need for you to value me so highly?"
The boy snorted coldly, not responding to Xue An's words, but took a step back, allowing the Talisman Spell to dissipate into nothingness before he turned and walked away.
