After Gu Yue Na and her group left, the several worshippers in the Worship Hall seemed to have had their bones pulled out, collapsing onto the ground in utter disregard for their dignity. What they had just experienced was practically a trip to the gates of hell, and their hearts had yet to settle. They had lived comfortable lives for too long and long since developed the habit of looking down on everyone else. Across the entire continent, whenever the Worship Hall mobilized in full force, they had always been able to throw their weight around. No wonder they had become so arrogant.
It took everyone a long while to calm down before they gradually raised their heads. Their gazes converged on Ye Feiyang, their eyes filled with the relief and gratitude of survivors. If he had not stepped in to defuse the situation in time, who knew how disastrous things would have become? Ye Feiyang swept his gaze over them one by one, nodding in acknowledgment with a composed expression.
Qian Daoliu was the first to steady himself, and he too carefully examined the young man before him. At this moment, he was more cautious than anyone else. Anyone capable of making that God King obey so readily was no ordinary person. Ye Feiyang met his gaze and asked with a smile, "Old man, why are you staring at me like that? Did flowers bloom on my face?"
Qian Daoliu forced out a smile, his tone absurdly polite. "Sir, that woman just now... was truly your wife?" "What else would she be?" Ye Feiyang raised a brow. "Why else do you think she would listen to me?" Having received a definite answer, Qian Daoliu immediately began calculating. His face instantly broke into an enthusiastic smile, as though he had