"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. When did the once high-spirited Grandmaster become a frog at the bottom of a well?"
Qin Feng had not wanted to pay Grandmaster any attention.
After all, all the other man knew was what he could see.
His level was too low, and there was much he did not understand.
Trying to communicate with someone like that was basically like playing the lute to a cow.
But the man had provoked him again and again. Qin Feng was no soft persimmon for anyone to squeeze.
So he fired right back.
Qin Feng truly did not want to trade insults, but that did not mean he could not.
If it came to a war of words, Qin Feng was not afraid of anyone!
"Feng Ge, say a little less too. I don't know what's wrong with Teacher today, but he's a little neurotic!"
Seeing that familiar smell of gunpowder return, Tang San did not know what to say. He could only step forward and try to break things up.
To act as a peacemaker.
He had no choice. On one side was Feng Ge, an elder brother as close as blood; on the other was his teacher, a teacher like a father. What could he possibly do?
He was helpless too, all right?
If they had been juniors, he could have used his martial soul to beat them both up and intimidate them into stopping. But these two were both Tang San's elders. He could not exactly use his martial soul and beat them both up, could he?
"See? Arrogant people cannot be taught. I only said a couple of things, and he flew into a rage at me, even calling me a frog at the bottom of a well.