I'm That Kind of Petty Person?

After quite a while, the mountain stronghold's gate finally opened slowly. Liao Hua brought several people before Yang Ke. "This gentleman, please come in. My young master has agreed to see you!"

"Hmph!" Yang Ke flung his sleeve. Seeing that Wang Xuan had not personally come out to receive him, he felt even more displeased. With a mocking look, he said, "Just a bunch of bandits, yet you put on quite the airs."

Liao Hua could now read and write, and he was especially sensitive about people exposing his past. His expression immediately changed. Remembering that this was someone Wang Xuan wanted to see, he forced down his anger.

Seeing that Liao Hua did not dare talk back, Yang Ke became even more arrogant. He did not even bother to have anyone guide him and strode inside. Liao Hua hurried after him.

When they reached the council hall, before Wang Xuan could even say anything, Yang Ke immediately spotted him sitting in the seat of honor. His white robes fluttered, his bearing was dignified, and his air was extraordinary. A flash of jealousy crossed Yang Ke's eyes, and jealous fury blazed in his chest. A mere bandit chief should have been big and burly, with a dark, brutish face. The guide from earlier was one thing, but this man called Wang Xuan had actually grown into someone like this. Heaven really was blind!

Yang Ke raised a hand and pointed at Wang Xuan. "You must be Wang Xuan. You're merely a bandit, so why don't you kneel when you see this official?"

What was going on? Were people nowadays all this arrogant?!

Wang Xuan, along with everyone else in the council hall, was stunned. Was this man insane?

Who had given him the courage to speak like that?!

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