"Let him shout for a while longer," Ye Xuan said indistinctly.
Little Meng Chan rolled his eyes, impatiently saying, "They're flaunting their power right to your face, and you're still in the mood for sleep."
Ye Xuan sniffed and with his eyes calm as water, he drawled, "If every person who wanted to challenge me came out, I'd be so tired."
"(ˉ▽￣～) Cut it out," Little Meng Chan said impatiently, "If you're too lazy to make a move, just say so, no need to dress it up."
"Nothing but a jumping clown," Ye Xuan replied, looking distantly at Long Aotian, who was the center of attention amidst the crowd.
"Jumping clowns are more fun," incited Little Meng Chan.
"No hurry, let him shout a bit longer," Ye Xuan stretched lazily.
The two of them were hiding in a corner, and indeed, no one took notice of them.
When the Mo Yunchui succession ceremony ended, Ye Lingyi ran off to drink with Mo Zidong, so even fewer people paid any attention to them.
