Zhang Baiyu's face turned slightly blue from Xia Feng's words, and his eyes darkened as he looked in Xia Feng's direction: "Sharp tongue, aren't you?"
"Since you're so curious about my identity, I will generously tell you."
He squinted his eyes towards Xia Feng's direction and said with a cold laugh, "I am Zhang Baiyu, the Divine Son of the Wuji Sect, a hidden sect that someone as ignorant as you surely hasn't heard of."
Xia Feng feigned contemplation for a moment. He did guess Zhang Baiyu's identity, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Xia Feng looked at Zhang Baiyu up and down like he was assessing merchandise, and after a while, he clicked his tongue lightly: "Doesn't look that impressive?"
"I remember the Dongfang Clan once had a prodigy named Dongfang Baiyu. Guess what happened to that Baiyu in the end?"
