"What are you laughing at?" When he saw Yi Yun laugh, Mystic Tiger felt discomfort all over. Yi Yun was not even thirty years of age, and when compared to human Empyreal Kings, who counted their ages in the tens of thousands of years, this young junior was not even old enough to be described as a suckling child.
For a suckling kid to produce such a smile in front of him, how could Mystic Tiger feel comfortable?
"Young Master Yi, now that you have arrived at the remote mountains to save the Desolate race and Fairy Jiang, that courage is highly commendable. Furthermore, Young Master Yi is accomplished at such a young age, and you have extraordinary strength. You are truly a hero of the Human race. Then, I shall represent the Human race and compromise."