"Little baby, which family are you from? You have a great talent and cultivation at such a young age." The obese middle-aged man asked, staring with a squint at Duan Ye.
"Pffft! "
Hearing the words "little baby", Feng Jiu burst into laughter. Duan Ye's face flushed red with anger. That young and tender, doll-like face, was really fitting to be called a little baby.
Duan Ye glanced angrily at Feng Jiu, then glowered at the obese middle-aged man. "I'm your grandpa!" As soon as he spoke these words, the eight-star flywheel appeared in his hand.
Feng Jiu stood aside, unmoving. Duan Ye's skill was not weak. She wanted to know where his limit was. What's more, that Golden Core peak stage cultivator was not easy to deal with. Therefore, she was not worried that his life would be in danger.
