"Is this Ye Fan crazy, coming out to say such things at this time? Does he really not respect our Palace Master?"
"Everyone, aren't you curious about that young master's identity, for our Saintess to make tea for him? Isn't this too arrogant?"
"Arrogant, do you think it's arrogance? Do you not know how high our Saintess's standards are, how proud her heart is? If we offend that young master, our entire Wuxu Palace will be in trouble."
"It can't be, can it? We are Wuxu Palace after all. Could he really be that powerful?"
"Exactly, even other Holy Land Sect Leaders aren't as esteemed!"
One direct disciple after another looked at Ye Fan as if watching a monkey.
Though Ye Fan has risen rapidly in recent years, all of these direct disciples are geniuses, with extraordinary strength.
Ye Fan has yet to show the strength that would command their respect, so they look at him with disdain.
People from other Holy Lands also looked at Ye Fan with some curiosity.
