Under Sheng Manyu's overwhelming interrogation, the entire room fell into silence, and many faces revealed a hint of amusement.
Especially Su Junneng, with his mouth and nose bleeding from the beating, his eyes practically brimming with triumph.
Let's see how you handle this! Su Junneng thought to himself.
Unexpectedly, Xue An, who was at the center of the storm, did not show the slightest ripple on his face. Instead, he relaxed comfortably against the low couch, lightly tapping his fingers on the tea table.
It was only after a moment that Xue An chuckled lightly, "Not bad, but I must say, you've got two things wrong!"
"Oh? Which two?" Sheng Manyu asked coldly.
"First, the one who wants to be apprenticed to the Golden Cauldron Pavilion is not me, but him!" Saying this, Xue An pointed to Xing Yushu sitting behind him.
Only then did the crowd notice this silent and unspoken young man, but they soon showed a hint of disdain.
