"Or what?"

A lazy yet teasing voice suddenly came from the side.

Everyone turned to look and saw Mu Xiaochuan strolling over at some point. He leaned against a display case, a playful smile on his lips, looking at Ouyang Fei as if he were watching a clown.

"Hmm? Who are you to meddle in my business?" Ouyang Fei frowned, sizing up Mu Xiaochuan. Seeing his simple attire and seemingly low aura (as Mu Xiaochuan deliberately suppressed his cultivation), he became even more disdainful, "Where did this country bumpkin come from? Get lost! Don't be an eyesore here!"