Being rejected, Zhou Yuan was rather depressed. He was, after all, a leading figure of the younger generation of the Zhou Clan and the future patriarch of the Zhou Clan. Couldn't Shen Zhiwen at least try to save him some face?
"Move, move. You're in the way."
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Zhou Yuan and the others, sounding rather impatient.
Zhou Yuan was already a little depressed. Upon hearing this, he was like a lit firecracker as he roared, "Get lost!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Isn't this Little Brother Zhou Yuan? Why are you so angry? Who provoked you again?"
Zhou Yuan was stunned. Only then did he realize that not far behind him stood a charming yellow-robed woman who was looking at him teasingly.
There were also a few elders following behind the woman. Clearly, they had extraordinary statuses.
"Yan Ruoxi? Why are you here?"
Zhou Yuan's expression darkened.