Zhao Xing still ignored Gao Ye, only staring at Wu Feng.
Wu Feng looked at the Purple Sun and Purple Moon above Zhao Xing's head and finally regarded him seriously.
He understood that this matter could not be resolved with a mere apology; fundamentally, it was because for over two hundred years, they had been too perfunctory with Zhao Xing.
"Junior Brother, I will transfer Gao Ye to the Mine Star. From today, he will no longer appear before you. What do you think?"
With a slight wave of his hand, Wu Feng made Gao Ye's figure vanish from the spot, not giving him a chance to speak at all.
"I'll let you decide, Senior Brother. I'm not the type to hold grudges."
"Not hold grudges? Just now, you had quite a temper..." Wu Feng thought disdainfully, but still smiled and said, "Junior Brother is magnanimous, akin to our uncle's demeanor."
"Senior Brother, you overpraise." Zhao Xing did not dwell on the matter.
