"F*ck – " Fei Yin cursed, his expression very ugly.
Wu Yuan, if not for his strict upbringing by his father, Wu Fan, would have also cursed after he heard what Cheng Sheng said. His brows knitted almost into a line and his expression is also ugly like Fei Yin.
Cheng Sheng's face is pale as he stared at Bai Yun in horror. "Wu Ran…" he said. "Is he planning on revolting against the current emperor of Heilong?" he asked.
Bai Yun's expression, contrary to them, is as relaxed as ever. His brows raised because of Cheng Sheng's question. "Are you thinking I am someone from the imperial palace?" he asked.
"What?" Cheng Sheng was caught off-guard by the sudden change in topic. However, he immediately realized the relevance of Bai Yun's question. "No. I'm not planning on sowing discord. Everyone is an intelligent people, much less the emperor of Heilong who ruled for five hundred years." He said.
