With Liu Feiyang's words, Xirou's confident smile froze. Other than her, the emperors of Yun and Yan suddenly grew nervous again. They looked up in shock at the speaker. Then they saw the mockery in Liu Feiyang's eyes. He seemed to know Xirou but didn't care. If he knew that Xirou was the daughter of the Royal Xuan Temple's fifth lord and could still say such humiliating mockery, this meant something—he didn't care at all.
Things were a bit troublesome now.
Ye Futian had returned on the Kunpeng with Nobles accompanying him. However, the one in charge was not those Nobles. It was this young man. This complicated things. What did it mean if a youth's status was above the Nobles? It meant that his background was far stronger than what they could see. It was just like how Xirou had come with those Nobles.
Xirou's eyes turned cold as she stared at Liu Feiyang. "Who are you?"
