Jiang Yi did not send a voice transmission so everyone standing around heard him. They were hurt by his words.
The expressions of a couple of people from the Phantom Race darkened immediately. The middle-aged, powerful man—however—did not react or say anything in reply. The man beside him said coldly, "Young Mistress Qingchen, who is this? How can he speak in this manner?"
If not for Qi Qingchen, the Phantom Race's people would have flown into a rage immediately. The middle-aged man did not stop the man beside him from speaking. This implied that he also felt quite unhappy inside.
The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something else, but Qi Qingchen grabbed his hand and sent another burst of energy into him, sealing his throat. Apologetically, she said, "Lord Yi, my friend does not know any better. I hope you will not take his words to heart!"
