"In my heart, only someone like Ye Jiujie can be called a genius, a hero of the ages. He accomplished things that so many could not!"
Yi Xun's smile was intoxicating, leaving Zu Feng extremely uneasy, yet he was helpless.
To compare himself to someone as overwhelming as Ye Jiujie would be a journey of self-humiliation.
The light of a firefly dares not compete with the bright moon.
Yi Yue secretly clicked her tongue. No wonder her sister was always so proud, with such a hero hidden in her heart.
In front of the domineering Ye Jiujie, even the most talented experts would pale.
At this moment, Yi Xun suddenly looked towards the bow of the boat, where a young man sat calmly, his face serene and indifferent, eyes slightly closed, as if none of what was happening related to him.
"Little Yue, who is he?"
Only then did Yi Xun realize that there was actually someone lying at the bow of the boat.
