Xi Jiu swept his gaze emotionlessly over his faint purple coat and emerald green shirt, his thin lips releasing a mocking snort.
"Just like a peafowl, such fame is unnecessary."
The words from Gu Feiyang just now had indirectly confirmed Xi Jiu's identity. Upon hearing that the man before him truly was Xi Jiu, the slick-haired man's legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground.
It's really Master Xi...
Recalling the phrase he had uttered earlier, "the number one man in the Crown Prince Circle is my nephew," the slick-haired man felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, with every pore on his body oozing cold sweat.
"Master... Master Xi..." he stammered, with tears in his eyes, "I-I-I-I..."
"Scram!" Xi Jiu's voice was ice-cold.
An oppressive aura mixed with brutality and a bloody scent hit them head-on, causing the slick-haired man's breathing to stall, gasping for air like a fish out of water.
Just then, a male voice sounded from outside the door.
