"Damn, this dead crow truly deserves to die!"
Fang Xing's peculiar gaze revealed too much, causing unease in the hearts of the Yuan clan and Beiming clan's two elders. Meanwhile, countless people inwardly cursed the giant golden crow directly. What was the occasion? The Beiming clan and Yuan family were here to welcome back the descendant who had wandered for seven hundred years, and this fellow dared use such a comparison, insisting on calling the little monster a brothel sister. If the little monster was a brothel sister, then what would that make these two great families? Though their hearts were burning with anger, it wasn't appropriate to rebuke him at this time, so they held back their rage.
