"Yes, Grand Martial Uncle! This disciple knows his mistake!" Liu Jiangshan was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he hurriedly fled to the side as though escaping for his life.
Shangguan Qiong gave a cold snort, seemingly still not finished venting his anger. He berated them, "You shortsighted juniors! No matter what kind of guest comes, you are to receive them properly! What do you mean low rank or not low rank? What do you mean cultivation level or not cultivation level? Is this how our Kunlun Mountain treats outsiders? Who taught you such principles? They say that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be bent as well. You are smearing my face, Shangguan Qiong—do you understand? It would be one thing if others did not know I am in the Nine-Yang Realm. But if they knew that the cultivators under a great cultivator like me, a Nine-Yang Realm expert, were all this kind of snobs who looked down on others, wouldn't they laugh at me behind my back? How outrageous! If this happens again, you will be swept out the door! Do you understand? Huh?"
The whole group of cultivators instantly dropped to their knees, not daring to make a sound. I chuckled inwardly. Shangguan Qiong was a decent person, but he was far too fond of putting on an act. Before the last great battle, when I went to rest in his Landscape Scroll, he had stubbornly put on an act as well, only to have Zu Xinghai slap him in the face right away. He had it coming.
"Come, Fellow Daoist Xia. Don't let those juniors upset us. Have some tea! The Kunlun Immortal Tea unique to our mountain is truly delicious. You should give it a try." Shangguan Qiong extended