Murong Yi wouldn't listen to anyone, as the most outstanding talent of the third generation in the Gusu Murong King's Mansion, he naturally felt he had the capital to be arrogant.
A few people had just arrived at the ferry crossing when Ye Feng and his companions had already come ashore.
Murong Yi crossed his arms and stood on a stone, looking down from above at the young man who was slowly being helped into a wheelchair, his face involuntarily revealing a sneer of contempt and mockery.
"So you are that surnamed Ye, the frenzied son-in-law of the Hong Family, a cripple with broken legs?" Murong Yi snorted coldly through his nose.
Ye Feng lifted his head and gave him a glance, but didn't speak. Against such insignificant beings like ants, he seldom opened his mouth.
Sima Zhantian shouted angrily, "Presumptuous, who are you to speak so brazenly and disrespectfully to our master?"
"Your master?"
