In the reception hall, as soon as Qin Yanyang left, Yang Fei immediately sensed a complex expression in Duanmu Ci's gaze toward him, provoking a stir in his heart.
He met Duanmu Ci's piercing eyes and asked, "Uncle, I..."
"Do not call me Uncle," Duanmu Ci interjected abruptly.
Yang Fei was taken aback, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at him.
Being merely twenty-three or twenty-four, full of youthful vigor, especially as he was Madman King with immense martial arts cultivation, he had a natural sense of pride.
Recent events had only proved his strength. Yang Fei had assumed that his current reputation was not insignificant and that he would be met with a certain respect while visiting here. But to his surprise, just as Qin Yanyang had left, Duanmu Ci's demeanor shifted, and anger inevitably arose in Yang Fei's heart, his gaze turning frosty.
