Ye Miao had a smile on his lips. Yan Wudao's fame was known throughout the country, and if he were to open a teaching session, countless talented prodigies would wish to become his disciples. He believed Ye Qingfeng would surely also be tempted.
The next moment, however, everyone's expression froze on their faces.
Ye Qingfeng walked past Ye Lei without turning his head, leaving behind only a cold and domineering voice.
"Just because he's Yan Wudao, what qualifications does he have to teach me? Defeating him would take only one move!"
With these words spoken, Ye Qingfeng had already disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving behind stunned onlookers.
"This punk kid is still so incorrigible!"
Ye Zhenkun was so angry that his beard trembled, and he slapped the table with his palm.
Ye Miao gently shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless with this nephew, who didn't even take the renowned strongman Yan Wudao of Huaxia seriously.
