Chen Changan looked at the Haojian Sect Master, who was grinning at him, and immediately felt utterly helpless.
The Haojian Sect Master was practically sticking his face out and saying, "Bro, go ahead and slap me to cool off."
They said you couldn't hit someone who was all smiles. And the other guy's grin was so damn servile, Chen Changan was completely at a loss.
If the other guy had shown even the slightest backbone, Chen Changan would've charged over already. But they... had somehow managed to show absolutely none.
"To be honest, I liked you better when you first came out, all tough and defiant."
"What kind of thing is that to say? We were rude earlier. We were in the wrong, completely in the wrong."
"We're good brothers, members of brother sects. How could we give each other the cold shoulder?"
"Don't you agree?"
"Fine, fine, fine. Don't look at me while you're talking. You're making me sick."
"What's wrong? Feeling unwell? Quick, get Brother Chen a basin. He's about to throw up."
"If that won't do, big bro can catch it with his hands."
"Blegh!"
"Fuck, you're disgusting! Hurry up and get out of here!"
"Sure thing. We've been waiting for you to say that."
"Move out!"
The Haojian Sect Master didn't hesitate for a second. He turned around and led his people back into Haojian Sect as if they were fleeing for their lives.
They had clearly won a great victory, yet everyone looked like wilted eggplants, their heads hanging so low they could barely lift them.
"What's with the cheer squad?"
"Why aren't you smiling anymore?"
"We won! We won!"
"Come on, smile!"
Smile?
At Da Huang's words, everyone managed to force out a faint smile. Even Da Huang thought they looked constipated.
"Forget it.