The Yinyuan Sect
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The surrounding human ancient martial art practitioners frantically looked in the group's direction. Everyone could see that the atmosphere was off between the three of them.
"You're actually attacking me because of this brat?" Gong Zhangyan said hysterically as he furiously pointed a finger at Mo Wen's nose.
He had courted Pei Fengwu for five years. He had always believed that even if Pei Fengwu did not fall for him, she would have good feelings about him. Now though, she had clearly put aside all considerations of allowing him to save face in front of so many people and had instead chosen a youth that had just joined the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall.
"I'm clarifying this again. This matter has nothing to do with Mo Wen. Gong Zhangyan, there is nothing between us, please do not pry into my affairs," Pei Fengwu said with a cold look on her face.