"Junior Sister Han, is he the cripple you were once engaged to?" Zang Jianfeng's magnetic voice rang out, filled with allure just by its sound alone.
He was looking at Chu Feng with a proud gaze, his eyes emitting a chilling terror.
Being able to become a True Disciple of the Sect and advance to the Sword Saint Realm at such a young age, Zang Jianfeng's pride must be at its peak.
In the eyes of this Sword Saint, Chu Feng, who doesn't even possess sword meridians, is probably less than an ant.
He also bluntly called Chu Feng a cripple.
Hearing Zang Jianfeng calling her husband a cripple, Han Xiaoying's elegant eyebrows rose in anger. She was about to speak up in defense of her husband, but Chu Feng stopped her.
Chu Feng gave Zang Jianfeng a very weird look, scrutinizing his eyes from left to right, frowning as he delved into his observation.
"What are you looking at?" Zang Jianfeng, feeling uneasy under his gaze, asked angrily.
