"Xiao Ji?"
Chu Feipeng clenched his fists, furrowing his brow, and gazed from afar at Xuanping Hou standing tall on the chariot.
Zhan Country is merely a lesser country, unworthy of the eyes of the superior, yet Chu Feipeng had heard of this name.
A man who made it to the Six Countries Beauty List, even pushing aside their Liang Country's princess; he, a grown man, originally did not pay attention to such matters, but his sister was a royal concubine and would talk about it every time she entered the palace.
Moreover, it is said that his reputation is not good, being arrogant, brazen, and extremely shameless; those who have fought with him find him quite troublesome.
Based on past information heard, Chu Feipeng formed an initial impression of Xuanping Hou in his mind — a fancy pillow, fond of sly tricks.
After the thought flashed by, Chu Feipeng felt little fear towards Xuanping Hou who had arrived stepping on a chariot.
