Di Huai ignored the other party’s question and glared at the man. “I never expected to meet you here, Fan Xia! I’ve been thinking about tearing you limb from limb all these years! I’ll tear your flesh and refine your soul!”

Despite Di Huai’s threats, Fan Xia chuckled in a low voice, “Di Huai, the two of us can be considered old friends. Now that we have finally met, can’t you treat me nicely?” He turned to the youngster who mocked Huang Xiaolong and said, “Fu Yunjie, this is the person I usually talk about.”

Fu Yunjie took a step forward and cupped his fists at Di Huai. “Senior Di Huai, no, Old Man Di Huai, it seems like you are the person my Master usually brings up!”

Not a shred of respect could be seen when...