Aftermath

"Are you sure?" An Di's lips curled up as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was taken aback; he couldn't understand how this beggar was unafraid of the Feng Clan's might.

Part of his mind was screaming at him that this young man was not simple, but the other part was enraged by this young man's attitude toward him.

He was the envoy of the Feng Clan for so many years. Where ever he went, people would shower him with praises, but this was the first time that some beggar showed disdain towards him.

This enraged him. Even though he didn't know the beggar, he didn't think much of him.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a beggar. I agree that you just rescued Rong'er, but..." An Di, who stood up and looked at the Patriarch, cut off his words.

"I'm disappointed in your Feng Clan. I had high hopes for your clan, but you have disappointed me since I met you. How can a random dog bark without knowing who his owner is?"