Mr. Yi truly exhibited an astonishing spirit.
Several people had to make way, as Ye Fei slowly approached Mr. Yi.
Ye Fei carefully observed the old man, seeing the intense desire to live in his eyes.
The poor fear death.
Those in high positions fear it even more.
"What's your name?" Ye Fei asked.
Before the old man could answer, someone immediately cursed, "How dare you be so disrespectful, speaking to Mr. Yi like that!"
Another person cursed, "You don't even recognize Mr. Yi? Are you blind?"
Ye Fei's brow furrowed as he coldly replied, "If you can't cure him yet talk so much, why don't you try healing him?"
"You!"
For a moment, everyone was speechless, with nothing to say.
It was then that the old man chuckled, "It's been a long time since someone asked me that."
"My name is Yi Wujie."
