"Who is he?" Lu Hong turned around and asked Leng Yue, "Setting a trap for someone, don't you think you owe an explanation?"
Leng Yue gave a slight smile, "What are you talking about, little brother? Your sister just found herself drawn to you because she liked you, where's the trapping in that?"
"Are you saying I'm an idiot or you're an idiot?"
Lu Hong spoke bluntly, and Leng Yue let out a sigh, "Since the little brother is so unappreciative, I might as well have given my heartfelt sincerity to a dog."
"So, who is he?"
"The strongest son of the City Lord of the sealed city, Yinmo City of the Cang Nation, Magic Wind. He's forty years old this year, a Fighter at the Second-Transformation Peak, and ranked fourth in the last seven-nation martial arts competition. This year, he's aiming to break into the top three."
Lu Hong raised an eyebrow, "You sure know how to make me enemies. How should I thank you?"
