"Young Master Meng, please be patient."
Although He Feiyang was somewhat displeased, he was, after all, the lord of a city, so he responded in a cordial manner.
"Wait for whom? Who is worthy of having me wait?" Meng Lunhui said.
"The Saintess of our Zixia Holy Land," He Feiyang calmly said.
"Zixia Holy Land, just a third-rate power, dares to call itself a holy land?" Meng Lunhui said coldly and mercilessly.
"Young Master Meng, after all, this Azure Dragon Platform belongs to our Zixia Holy Land, you better watch your words," He Feiyang warned.
"What? Threatening me?" Meng Lunhui laughed.
"Do you believe that at my command, this Azure Dragon Platform including the entire Windy City will belong to our Ancient Reincarnation Land?"
Hearing the other's arrogant words, He Feiyang said no more and instead closed his eyes.
Saying more to such a person is pointless and would only deepen the conflict.
