Qi Haoran's voice echoes clearly, making the atmosphere in the hall extremely stiff and giving people a sense of suffocation.

"Brother, I don't understand what you just said." Ye Dun's heart was beating wildly, but his face remained calm. He said calmly, "The Saint youth is the Saint youth, I am me. There is no connection between the two. Didn't you hear any rumors and think I was the Saint youth?"

For Qi Haoran, Ye Dun can't trust him completely, and he has some leeway to speak to him.

"Brother Ye, in fact, I admire you very much."

Suddenly, Qi Haoran turned his head, put his hands on his back...