"Sister Ying, he is just an outsider, no need for such a formality," a haughty voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Liang Hui directed his gaze toward the youth standing at the edge of the boat.
The youth was dressed in white casual clothes, and his delicate face wore an indescribable pride, currently looking down on him with disdain.
Moreover, behind him followed a weathered man holding a long saber.
Liang Hui glanced at the youth calmly, memorized his features, and said nothing in rebuttal.
"Brother, he is my teammate, not some outsider. Watch your words," Huang Ying furrowed her brows and scolded.
Then, she turned to Liang Hui with an apologetic expression, "Brother Tai Yi, I'm sorry. My big brother is just blunt; he means no harm."
"Hmm."
The young man nodded slightly on the forehead.
He walked slowly to the edge of the boat and looked out over the mountains and land.
