The one whose vinegar jar had been overturned was naturally Mu Zhanshan, who stood nearby.
Watching Bai Yun laugh and chat with Fan Lang made him extremely unhappy. He was not targeting Fan Lang specifically; any man who got too close to Bai Yun would kindle his jealousy.
They said women were prone to jealousy, but some men were just as jealous.
"That Fan fellow is cozying up to Bai Yun again. It's infuriating! Little brother, go needle him again and make him lose face in public!" Mu Zhanshan transmitted to his brother.
"Seriously? You want me to needle him again?" Mu Zhanfeng said gloomily.
"We're brothers. You won't even do me this favor?"
"I can, but let's talk payment first."
"Didn't I give you Cosmic Coins last time? Why do you want money again this time?"
"Last time was last time, this time is this time. You don't want to play the bad guy, so you use me as your weapon. You have to compensate me a little. You hide behind the scenes pretending to be the good guy, while I've offended everyone."
"Fine, fine. I'll give you another Three Hundred Cosmic Coins this time."
"That's more like it."
The two brothers resumed this sordid little transaction.
Mu Zhanfeng took the money and did the job. Even if it offended someone, so be it. Smiling faintly, he interrupted Bai Yun and Fan Lang's conversation and said to Fan Lang, "Young Master Fan, I trust you've been well."
Fan Lang turned to look at Mu Zhanfeng and returned the greeting. "Mm, I've been well."
"Young Master Fan has surely noticed that most of those participating in the examination are at the Dao Domain Realm or above. Only a tiny handful of Mystic Gods are overestimating themselves. With your Mystic God