Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Meng Enjun, said nothing, and walked side by side with Li Cunren and Zhou Tianhua.
Meng Enjun could only walk in the second row, alongside Fu Zheng.
He looked frustrated, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed.
Fu Zheng glanced at him with a half-smile and said lightly, "Mr. Meng, are you alright?"
Meng Enjun replied testily, "I won't die!"
Fu Zheng chuckled, "Mr. Zhou is quite interesting."
Meng Enjun glared at her.
He naturally heard the mocking tone in Fu Zheng's words and was quite angry.
Fu Zheng shot him a sidelong glance: "Is it not acceptable for me to praise Mr. Zhou?"
Meng Enjun snorted, "Whether my master is interesting or not is none of your business to judge!"
"Oh—?" Fu Zheng said, "So it's up to you to judge whether my master is good or bad?"
Meng Enjun immediately shut his mouth.
Fu Zheng looked at him sideways, "Just because you are a disciple of Yukunlun Palace, you think you can freely judge my master? Become a Venerable first!"
