The crown prince looked toward Bu Fang in astonishment, while thinking, "Is this fellow an idiot? He actually tried to reason with a seventh grade Battle-Saint and he even said that he would strip him… as an example to others? Does he have the strength and qualifications to say that?"
Ji Chengan could tell Bu Fang's cultivation level just from looking at him. A mere third grade Battle-Maniac could not even be considered as an ant in front of a Battle-Saint. Where did he get the courage to say those words?
Ji Chengan folded his arms across his chest as he looked on with interest. He was looking forward to watching Bu Fang being taught a lesson.
Other than the crown prince, many members of the Xiao family were looking at Bu Fang in the same manner. In their eyes, this brat was simply an idiot with poor judgement.
Both the gazes of Xiao Meng and Xiao Yue were like blades as they coldly landed on Bu Fang's body. The atmosphere within the store became much colder.
