Although Qin Wentian's laughter wasn't loud but how sharp were the senses of martial cultivators? It was naturally heard by the people around him. Wan Qingshan and Wan Miaoyan frowned, as an unhappy look appeared on their face. But since they were in front of young master Duanmu, they couldn't seem lacking in manners, and hence, didn't immediately act to confront him.
However, Wan Yiyao couldn't care less. She coldly smiled, "What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing much." Qin Wentian shook his head.
"Scram to the side." Wan Qingshan didn't erupt forth in anger, he transmitted his voice to Qin Wentian. Only to see Qin Wentian's eyes gleaming with coldness, staring right back at him, unmoving.
The gazes of everyone turned to Qin Wentian. Evidently, even if Wan Qingshan didn't want to make a public scene, the others would still notice as well.
"What were you laughing about earlier?" Wan Qingshan icily asked.