It must have been that dark-faced boy from the Southern Border who pissed him off.
Jiang Feng also felt some regret; during his college years, he spent his days immersed in verbal confrontations, and when he ranted, it was never pleasant. He realized that his manner was somewhat lower today.
However, he kept silent. The girl, though rough in her methods, was genuinely well-meaning, warning him not to enter the city. Normally, he would definitely descend on his flying sword into the city, not because of any rule, but as a matter of etiquette, especially since it was their territory; it was only polite to be courteous.
It must have been because he heard the news about his fiancée that he was flustered!
The development of the situation took both of them by surprise, both maintaining the same posture for over half an hour, and the woman's pretty little face had also turned red, including Jiang Feng himself getting somewhat flushed during the cursing match.
