At this moment, the heavy, iron-scented air of the Grand Hall seemed to congeal around Ye Fang as Shen Haoran's golden gaze shifted toward him, and instantly, he felt a cold sweat prickling at his hairline.
And although he tried to look calm, internally, his mind was screaming.
It true that he had high-reaching plans of eventually supplanting Haoran as the number one antagonist of this epoch, using his knowledge of the Abandoned Prince novel and his own secret system, but that goal was a distant mountain peak!
Right now, he was still standing at the base of that mountain, and he had absolutely no chance of touching a single hair on the Young Master's head, let alone surviving an actual confrontation.
If Haoran decided to attack, he'd be in so much worse state than Xiao Chen is!
"Young Master Shen,"
Just then, Luo Mingye suddenly spoke out, her voice trembling but clear.
