The instant Xu Yi stepped forward, Xue Zihan's heart leaped into her throat. She feared he might act on impulse and forcibly take her away, even if it meant both of them perishing together.
Only when Xu Yi caught the wine cup and said those words did her heart finally settle, if only a little.
"Bastard!"
Long Jianji was livid. What kind of status did he have? He didn't even take Long Jingtian seriously. And now someone in the East Sea dared offend him? They were practically begging for death.
"Xu, are you so desperate to make a name for yourself that you've gone mad? Do you even know where you are? How dare you act so recklessly! And even if you want fame, you've picked the wrong target this time. Who doesn't know that King Yongdong is a peerless genius of this age? He's not even fifty, yet he's already a veteran fifth-stage powerhouse. He excels in the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and is master of poetry, song, and verse. How could you possibly compare? Get out of here, now!"
Someone suddenly stepped forward from the crowd and berated Xu Yi in a furious voice. It was none other than Feng Jiu.
The moment Xu Yi stepped forward, Feng Jiu had nearly gone mad.
Xu Yi didn't know Long Jianji's background, but how could Feng Jiu not?
Long Jianji had entered service in the North Sea. How had he come to hold the title of Royal Duke and be called Yongdong?
That title hadn't been bestowed by just anyone. It had been granted personally by Long Jingtian, the current ruler of the East Sea.
Yongdong, Yongdong—forever bound to the East Sea, from beginning to end.
By all rights, Long Jingtian had shown Long Jianji such great favor that