"Are you Ye Fan, the Sacred Body?"
While everyone waited, someone suddenly ran up to Ye Fan and asked him with keen interest.
Ye Fan looked over. It was the young woman from the Ji Family who had watched him earlier. Several other young people accompanied her, including the so-called Void God King Body, Ji Haoyue.
"If there isn't a second Sacred Body named Ye Fan in the Universe, then I suppose you mean me," Ye Fan replied.
"Boy, do you know who you're talking to? Show some respect."
Before the young woman could speak, the young man beside her who had been eyeing Ye Fan jumped in.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. He had a fair idea why this man was so hostile toward him.
Beauty brings disaster.
"May I ask what you wanted with me?" Ye Fan ignored him. He had neither the stronger position nor the higher cultivation; otherwise, given his temperament, he would have torn into the man.
"Boy, you dare ignore me?" The young man flared up. "A mere Sacred Body dares act so arrogantly? Do you know I'm from the Ji Family? My Ji family has produced three emperors! What is an incomplete Sacred Body worth?"
Smack!
The moment he finished speaking, a slap struck him. It had not come from Ye Fan, but from Ji Haoyue.
"You speak without restraint, strut about in arrogance, and disgrace our family. When we return, you'll spend three years in the Punishment Grounds!"
"Brother Haoyue!" The young man's face went deathly pale at the punishment. Three years in the Punishment Grounds would ruin him!
"Silence!" Ji Haoyue's expression was grim, and he showed no mercy.
He had come with his younger sister to keep her from playing tricks on the Sacred Body. He had never expected something