Emotion is a familial farce!
Outside the Northern Cloud Residence, the group of disciples from the Utility Pavilion that had just picked themselves up were not feeling great. Ye Feng hadn't dealt them a deadly blow, just a simple lesson, and now aside from Yu Cheng silently feeling lucky, the rest cursed their misfortune.
Just, what kind of background did Ning Weiwei's brother have?
He wasn't old, but his kung fu was incredibly strong. Such a cultivation level, unceremoniously speaking, was not inferior compared to those core disciples of the Utility Pavilion—the Sect Leaders' disciples.
"Close the door, I won't see anyone today."
The wide-open vermilion door was shut with a bang.
This!
"Senior Brother Yu, what should we do now? Our sister is still inside."
Someone immediately addressed Yu Cheng with the question.
Clearly, among the Utility Pavilion disciples, Yu Cheng was undoubtedly the top dog, and his recent actions seemed insufficient to affect his prestige.