Duan Feihan withdrew his hand, while Xiaobao continued to rub his face vigorously, ignoring the anxious disciples peeking from outside, refusing to leave.
Duan Feihan stood up straight, his slender, jade-like fingers tidying his cuffs, and spoke with extreme calmness, "Whether he's worthy or not, she'll decide. It's not your place to say."
Even if he were a beggar, as long as Bai Chuwei valued him, he'd be a person of prestige!
With a single word poverty, with another wealth, all came from Bai Chuwei, as long as she willed it!
If he was not worthy, this Domain Lord would not be either.
Their voices remained exceedingly calm and indifferent, yet the golden palace was filled with an aura of killing intent, spreading wildly.
Xiaobao shrank his neck in fright, clutching the flower in his hand tightly, and ran towards Bai Chuwei as if fleeing for his life.
Wuming was momentarily stunned, and suddenly lowered his long eyelashes.
These words were indeed true.
