A Rising Storm (2)

"Hello, I'm Yao Man from the Thousand Snow Hall."

The Thousand Snow Hall? Yun Feng thought secretly. The Thousand Snow Hall of the three halls was completely unfamiliar to Yun Feng, but she would definitely meet those people at the Summoners' Convention this time. Wasn't the person in front of her right now?

"Yun Feng." Yun Feng reported her name. She didn't mention anything else. Yao Man didn't mind. "I really didn't expect someone to be waiting behind. Yun Feng, don't mind me."

"I said I won't. Is there anything else?" Yun Feng looked at this noble disciple who pretended to be friendly in front of her. What she said just then was inexplicably sarcastic. The expression on Yao Man's face froze. "Ah, no."

Yun Feng walked past Yao Man casually and the servants immediately swarmed forward. "My Lady, this person treated you with such an attitude!"

"Yes, it's demeaning for my Lady to talk to her! She should be grateful!"