Ye Xiu looked toward the two cars. Ye Tianming got out of the first, and the Dragon Master, Wang Yue, and an unfamiliar young man got out of the second.
Ye Xiu's gaze immediately locked onto the unfamiliar youth. He was about 1.7 meters tall, slender, with ordinary features and a Dongzhou face, holding a sword in his hand. He carried himself with haughty arrogance, his face expressionless, his eyes icy cold.
"Ye Xiu, why are you just standing there like a block of wood?" Wang Yue berated him. "Hurry up and kneel to welcome the Envoy!" He puffed himself up with unearned authority, his arrogance on full display.
The Envoy, meanwhile, adopted a haughty posture, waiting for Ye Xiu to approach and kneel in welcome.
Ye Xiu nearly died from laughter at the Envoy's posturing. The man was the epitome of a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. However, he was furious at Wang Yue's attitude.
He said coldly, "Wang Yue, I just saved your life. Is this how you repay me?"
