"Big brother."
Ding Qiuyue looked at Xiao Yi, who had awoken instantly, with joy on her face and a sigh of relief.
"What, afraid I wouldn't wake up?" Xiao Yi smiled.
"Yes." Ding Qiuyue nodded, "But I always believed big brother would definitely wake up."
Xiao Yi smiled and patted Ding Qiuyue's little head.
In the next second, his cold gaze swept over each of the sword cultivators around him.
Finally, his gaze fixed on Fengg Ji.
"You still haven't told me how you plan to be impolite?"
Fengg Ji's face suddenly darkened, but he only snorted coldly without speaking.
The sword cultivators around looked at each other, and no one answered.
Xiao Yi shrugged, "Ha, just now I heard someone say, 'birds of a feather flock together.'
"That saying is not wrong." Xiao Yi sneered coldly.
"Trash only deserves to be with trash."
As he spoke, Xiao Yi also looked at Fengg Ji.
Clearly, his words were directed at Fengg Ji and those academy disciples.
