The descendants of the Fang Family turned their heads for a look.
Fang Yu led the Thirty-six Xuantian and the Four Saint Generals out calmly and unhurriedly.
Not far behind him, Ye Wenjun and Shangguan Linghui watched from a distance.
"You little brat, dare to insult people?" Lu Hai from the Blood Sword Hall stood at the forefront, extremely annoyed.
Fang Yu and his entourage arrived in the courtyard.
After sizing up Lu Hai, he said, "It was you who kicked my family's gate?"
"So what if it was me? I thought you didn't dare come out and were planning to be a turtle hiding in its shell forever?" Lu Hai's gaze was like that of a venomous snake, constantly searching. When he caught sight of Ye Wenjun at the back of the crowd, his eyes lit up and he continued, "Tsk tsk tsk... This young lady is indeed beautiful. Could it be that she is Ye Wenjun?"
Hearing these words.
Fang Yu frowned.
