Behind the Pill Hall.
Zhang Le and Zhang Ye, for their part, were quite sullen.
Although they didn't know what treasure Sen Yue had gifted Fang Yang, the importance she placed on him was plain to see.
"Damn his hide. Calls himself a Flying Eagle, but in the end, isn't he just going to be someone's lapdog, or even their stud horse?" Zhang Le seethed with envy, cursing Fang Yang under his breath.
But in truth, he was impossibly envious of Fang Yang's "plight."
Whether it was the great beauty Sen Hui's affection or Sen Yue's high regard, either one was something he wouldn't dare to even dream of.
And yet, both were now falling upon Fang Yang one after another, making his chest tighten with a suffocating, sharp pain.
'A Flying Eagle... Is Sen Hui really the only reason for Fang Yang's achievements?' Zhang Ye fell silent at this thought.
He could already feel the pressure coming from Fang Yang.
