Upon hearing Xiahou Lie's disrespectful words, Deng Xian's expression slightly changed. With his temperament, had this happened a few years earlier, he probably would have already been unable to resist drawing his sword and challenging him.
"This General Xiahou, you know they say the young calf isn't afraid of the tiger. But isn't your calf a bit too old?"
At that moment, Wen Tingguang and others had already swiftly walked down the city tower and stood by Deng Xian's side. However, the person who had now spoken was Ling Feng.
After all, Deng Xian and Yan Cangtian were old friends, and more importantly, when Yaan Jinghong had suppressed him and his life hung by a thread, it was Elder Deng who took action to help him. Now that Xiahou Lie was disrespectful to Deng Xian, it was natural for Ling Feng to return the favor.
"Hmm?"
Xiahou Lie's eyes bulged round, his gaze firmly locked on the extending hand of Ling Feng, showing signs of anger.
