Murong Qinglong was furious, with veins bulging on his face. It was bad enough that this person didn't take him seriously.
Now, he had even dared to utter such words, showing disrespect not just to himself, but to his grandfather as well—and even claiming that his grandfather wasn't worthy of serving him wine!
Murong Qinglong could no longer tolerate it. Unfortunately, he was unaware of Ye Feng's true identity. Had he known, he would never have thought Ye Feng's words to be mere arrogance.
A former Northern Border King, the behind-the-scenes founder of the Martial Alliance, a mere leader of the Provincial Martial Alliance in a small city indeed had no right to drink with him!
Murong Qinglong turned his head and barked at Yin Junde, "Young Master Yin, despite today being your grandfather's grand seventieth birthday, and I shouldn't be causing trouble at his banquet, you heard it yourself—this kid is extremely arrogant."
