"Am I not worthy of your respect at all, Nine Thousand Years Old?"
The speaker, of course, was Ye Liuyun.
With Si Nan and his group, Ye Liuyun strode over with an audacious expression on his face.
"Lord Ye!"
Those jailers from Purgatory noticeably brightened up when they saw Ye Liuyun.
It was as if they'd seen hope.
"Ye Liuyun!"
Just uttering his name made Wei Hongfang's gaze turn instantly resentful.
His fists clenched tightly.
"What are you here for?"
"None of your business! Do you love poking your nose into things so much that if a dung cart passed by, you'd want to taste its saltiness?"
Ye Liuyun spoke with complete indifference.
He had no intention whatsoever of giving Wei Hongfang, this Nine Thousand Years Old, any face.
After all, the conflict between them was already clear, so there was no need for any pretense.
"Ye Liuyun! No..."
Seeing Wei Hongfang about to say something.
