At this remark, Mo Feng's brow furrowed considerably.
Jiang Xiaobai and the others became even more displeased and glanced over.
"Don't you know how to speak properly?"
"Do you think I care to plot against you? What do you think you are, worthy of my plotting?"
Ao Cheng responded with a cold huff.
"It's a fact that Jiang Xiaobai saved Mo Yu. No matter what, gratitude should be given. Who the hell do you think you are, rambling on here? Are you asking for death?"
Ao Cheng is indeed the arrogant Second Generation Ancestor. His aggressive behavior is deep-seated, although he seems to have matured a bit now.
Seeing his violent attitude erupt, the man who had been speaking earlier was also a little scared.
Mo Feng also began to rebuke, "Enough, Feng He. They are my benefactors. I can judge for myself whether there are any plots. Why do you need to worry here?"
"Yes, young master."
Feng He quickly bowed his head with embarrassment, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment.
