Zhao Wangxu's words immediately made the atmosphere tense and oppressive. Zhao Yaya blinked, looking somewhat dazed as she stood there watching Zhao Wangxu.
The mere mention of the Five Young Masters of Donglin was enough to loom over everyone like an insurmountable Mount Tai. In the face of such beings, one could only look up. An invisible oppression also rolled in.
Tangyu's lips curved slightly upwards in a gentle smile, unfazed as he calmly looked at Zhao Wangxu and said, "Of course, when I said anyone, that naturally includes you."
Huā——
