"That's right. You're a F * cking descendant of an aristocratic family. You're not only a disgrace to ethereal sect, you're a disgrace to house Feng as well." Zhao Dahai and the others came to their senses and followed suit. They even started to curse.
If it was in the past, someone would definitely have stopped them from cursing and swearing without regard for their status, but today, no one said anything. Indeed, a monarch fighting a half-Saint required constant consumption of spirit pills to sustain. Even if Feng lengsong won, it would be equally embarrassing.
