Bu Ersun had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
Everyone in the Elder Council was arrogant beyond measure.
As the Dean's biological grandson, he had always been imposing and unbearably proud.
Now, after being cursed out by three nobodies from the Yan Zhao Sect, his teeth itched with hatred.
"Fine, fine, fine! You're good! Yeah, you're good! You're really something!"
Zhao Ritian pointed a cleaver at him. "Are you getting out or not? I'll chop you to death!"
Bu Ersun was so furious his skull practically blew open!
Caiyun and Zhuiyue dragged him outside, but he still spat out threats. "Just you wait! Remember how you treated me today!"
After leaving, Bu Ersun came back and stuck half his body through the crack in the door, pointing at the Three Brothers.
"This isn't over! You just wai—holy shit!"
Bu Ersun hurriedly pulled back and slammed the door shut. Zhao Ritian's huge cleaver struck the door with a loud BANG.
Bu Ersun returned to his room, furious beyond belief. He took a drink of water, then smashed the cup to the floor.
"Those three bastards! Sooner or later, I'll slaughter them! I'll slaughter them!"
Caiyun looked aggrieved. "Young Master, please don't be angry. The important matter comes first."
Zhuiyue also said, "That's right, Young Master. We need to get in touch with Lin Jiangxian or Po Zhenzi right away."
Bu Ersun snapped, "If I could contact them, wouldn't I have done it already? I can't reach them! Damn it, those three useless idiots, Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity, are even this slow at contacting their master. It's driving me crazy."
At that moment, the door was pushed open. Lin Jiangxian entered with a dark expression. "Little Young Master, you should rein in that temper of yours."
Bu Ersun smiled when he