Wang Qizheng was originally quite cheerful, watching Zhang Fei Xuan taking the heat was rather amusing; suddenly, without a word, that guy pointed at him, making his teeth clench.
"Hiss, I haven't even shown my face, You're not up to snuff yourself, who can you blame for that?"
"I'm not up to snuff? I'm Zhang Fei Xuan, I might be anything, but when it comes to getting things done, there's no such thing as not up to snuff!"
Zhang Fei Xuan laughed bitterly.
Let's not even talk about how, back in Nanqian City, he was the beloved man about town, worshiped wherever he went; even before he descended to The Mortal Realm, he was seen as a noble son in the outside world. Ordinary folks, upon seeing him, might not kneel and bow, but they would certainly respond when spoken to.
What's called respect!
His face, his figure, naturally commanded respect and belief!
