Divine Beast Scroll in Hand
"So, you're from the Ding Tian Sect? Don't assume that just because you have money, nobody else does. If you want to investigate my finances, go ahead. If the fellow cultivators of the Myriad Treasures Trading Company want to check my finances, then please check the Ding Tian Sect's finances as well. I likewise suspect that they don't have enough money and are simply lashing out in embarrassment." Jiang Chen sneered.
What Jiang Chen hated most were people who couldn't afford to lose.
Especially those from powerful factions. They usually held themselves high above others, with no one daring to offend them and everyone fawning over them. But the moment someone refused to show them respect, they became incredibly petty.
The Eight Divine Sect and the Ding Tian Sect were both among the Seven Great Sects of the central part of the Southern Region. Now that Jiang Chen had outbid them and prevented them from buying what they wanted cheaply, they had turned against him.
"Bastard, how dare you question our Ding Tian Sect? Who in the Southern Region doesn't know that our Ding Tian Sect is immensely wealthy?" Ji Wenfeng of the Ding Tian Sect roared.
Quite a few factions watched the show, waiting to see Jiang Chen argue with the Ding Tian Sect's experts.
"Heh heh. If you're really as wealthy as you claim, why didn't you match my bid? Why question whether I have enough money instead? I'd say you're the ones who don't have enough money. How laughable." Jiang Chen sneered.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you!" Ji Wenfeng flew into a rage when he heard that.
As an expert of the Ding Tian Sect, this was the first time he had ever been mocked as a pauper while traveling outside.