Ye Fei's expression remained unchanged, as if completely unaffected by the middle-aged man's provocation before him.
At this moment, he was watching a man in his fifties slowly making his way inside.
Dressed in a black long robe, his brows were filled with aggressive energy.
When Ye Fei felt the aura emitted by Wei Sihai, a mocking cold smile couldn't help but flash across the depths of his eyes.
"Qiao Zhensan, you never dreamed that I, Wei Sihai, am still not dead, did you?"
"Haha..."
Wei Sihai, who was approaching with a cold murderous intent in his eyes, looked straight at Qiao Zhensan.
He didn't consider anyone else in the hall worth his attention.
Qiao Zhensan's face was grave as he watched Wei Sihai walk in, gritting his teeth with hatred in his voice, "Wei Sihai, I pitied you back then and gave you a chance at life, yet I never expected you would dare to come back!"
Wei Sihai scoffed disdainfully, "Give me a chance at life? Don't you find that laughable?"
