"Xiao Fan, do you think that guy's an idiot?" the Black Emperor asked Ye Fan as they walked.
"Possibly." Ye Fan nodded, then looked at the Black Emperor. "Call me Brother Ye!"
First Little Ye, then Xiao Fan—what was he supposed to answer to?
Listening to the man and the dog, Jiang Yichen's face looked as if he had eaten several pounds of shit.
Ye Fan did not care. He thought nothing of Jiang Yichen. Jiang Yichen did not represent the Jiang Family, and a clash with a junior like him hardly mattered. As long as Ye Fan watched his words, it would not become a dispute with the Jiang Family.
And if the Jiang Family's important figures—important by the standards of the present day—wanted to attack Ye Fan, there were still people on Beidou willing to help him.
For instance, some members of the Ji Family who obeyed Ji Ziyue's every word, and some members of the Yan Family.
For some reason, the Yan Family had discovered that Ye Fan had planted the Green Lotus in his Bitter Sea. Since then, they had treated him rather kindly.
It always made Ye Fan feel as though they were treating him like a future son-in-law.
But one thought of Yan Ruyu of the Yan Family brought him back to his senses.
Even a daydream could not go that far.
Of course, far more people wanted to seize Ye Fan than help him, so he still spent most of his time hiding from place to place.
Fortunately, the Black Emperor was dependable, and Ye Fan reckoned his own luck was fairly good. Otherwise, he might have been tied up long ago.
"The Sacred Body has some nerve," someone said, watching Ye Fan's clash with Jiang Yichen.
"He's the Sacred Body. He's destined