Jiang Xiaohu came from a prestigious family.
He understood etiquette and propriety.
Logically speaking, he was in someone else's sect, and one whose standing in the martial world was no lower than that of the Jiang Family—not a subordinate sect under their jurisdiction. Hun Tiangang's seniority and status in the martial world were beyond question.
Jiang Xiaohu should have been composed, proper, humble, and steady.
If it had been any of the other Old Man Wus before him, Jiang Xiaohu would certainly have behaved himself respectfully, never interfering in their sect's internal affairs, offering no opinion, much less making any disrespectful remarks.
But Hun Tiangang's mental state left him with far fewer reservations. Casually holding that huge pear and crunching away at it was already undignified enough; now he was laughing so hard he could barely stop.
Hun Tiangang was really good at stirring things up!
This was fun, so fun! He loved watching this!
There were only four people in this sect altogether: three idiots and one lunatic. This was way too entertaining! Hahaha!
Hun Tiangang's hooligan habits flared up again. He actually pulled a kitchen knife from his robes. And here Jiang Xiaohu had just thought he had the bearing of a Grandmaster, only for him to pull something like this!
Hun Tiangang grabbed Long Aotian by the collar. "You're dissatisfied, aren't you? Aren't you?"
"I am satisfied! Master, I am! But... the Shennong Fruit... you said we would each rely on our own fate! Our own strength! This... giving it to Cheng Wen just because of a few things we said... isn't that a little too hasty?"
Hun Tiangang thought for a moment. "I understand now. You're still dissatisfied."
"No, Master, I'm satisfied, but... I think a real trial would be more convincing! The Jiang Family's Tiger