The two people from the Corpse Gu Sect downstairs aren't clear about the identity of this group of youths, but Zhao Yi's group is aware.
No matter how fallen the Dragon King family is, it's still the Dragon King family, and it's two families combined. Even if the members are few, those who remain are not to be trifled with.
Take last time, for instance, when the young master's head had to bow in apology to them, enduring three cuts and six holes, not daring to be vague, nor even daring to ask family members to intercede.
"Sir, the medicine is ready."
"Mm, give it to me."
Mr. Tian wanted to lean over and whisper to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi raised his hand: "Speak your mind, Brother Yuan isn't an outsider."
Zhao Yi thought: This foolish old man, did he forget this guy has excellent hearing? Whispering to me, however softly, is like holding a loudspeaker next to this youth's ear.
