"Just you... I'd advise you to watch your mouth. If anyone hears you say that, you'll be inviting a huge disaster," someone said with some disdain.
"??" At first, the man did not understand what was going on. After standing there dumbly for a while, he finally reacted. "What do you mean, just me? I'm..." He announced his identity, which seemed quite formidable—at least compared to most others.
"Who you are is irrelevant. Unless you're royalty from one of the Three Great Empires, and the kind that holds real power, you'd best sit quietly and watch the competition. Don't spout such ignorant nonsense again!" The disdain and mockery remained.
"Who is he?" By then, the man could not help feeling curious. He also understood that in a place like this, any random person who stepped forward might be able to crush him completely.
"He is our Thirteenth Young Master Ye!" The answer was simple; no further explanation was needed.
"..." The man fell silent. Though he had never heard of Thirteenth Young Master Ye and did not know who he was, the mere name of the Ye Clan was enough to leave him speechless.
Still, one thing puzzled him. Why did these people speak of Thirteenth Young Master Ye with such indescribable familiarity? Should they not hate Thirteenth Young Master Ye for threatening those Talented Women Unrivaled?
With things having turned out like this, logic dictated that everyone would hate Ye Lang, the one who had caused it all. Yet that was not the case. Just as the man had sensed, most people considered this nothing more than a farce and had no intention of blaming Ye Lang.
As for their fondness for Ye Lang, many people present could understand it. Although Ye Lang spent all day thinking only of