The crowd stirred uneasily.
This young man revealed a scornful, cold smile on his face, then asked arrogantly, "Well? Will Golden Cauldron Pavilion participate or not? Give me an answer now!"
"Oh? Can we choose not to participate?" Xue An suddenly retorted.
The young man snorted coldly, "If it were other grotto-heavens, certainly not, but as for your Golden Cauldron Pavilion..."
Glancing at the crowd with various expressions, the young man sneered, "Whether you participate or not makes little difference, after all, you would just be the last!"
Such words were extremely arrogant and reckless.
The crowd was in an uproar, and many people's faces changed drastically.
Because these words were simply too bullying.
Even if the performance of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion had been poor before, it wasn't something a mere messenger could insult.
Thus, many people secretly looked towards Xue An, curious as to how he would handle the situation.
