The previously arrogant Wang Yi, upon hearing the words of the purple-robed Young Master Dong, displayed a color of panic on his face.
Young Master Ye's identity was extraordinary. If they provoked Young Master Ye's anger by acting recklessly, it wouldn't be just him—his whole Wang family could be struck off from War King City.
"It's fine. They are all spirited young talents; who doesn't have a temper? A little spar between them is very normal. However, Fengyue Building is a place for drinking and reveling, not suitable for martial conflicts. It would ruin the refined atmosphere, so let's let this matter rest." Young Master Ye stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a very peaceful smile on his face that seemed to purvey a refreshing breeze. His tone was very calm, yet it brooked no doubt.
"You all heard what the young master said, right? Stand down now," Young Master Dong glared at Wang Zhao and Wang Yi, coldly reprimanding them.