"Chen Changan, did you come here just to show off?"
"I... wasn't I making that obvious enough?"
"That's childish."
"But I like it."
"Hmph!"
"You don't like it?"
"I like your grandpa."
"You're cursing me? I'm going to storm the mountain!"
"Come back!"
The Hall Master of Eternal Hall wished he could swallow Chen Changan alive, yet he could do nothing to him. This suffocating frustration was driving him mad.
"Besides saying you're going to storm the mountain, can you say anything else?" the Hall Master of Eternal Hall said angrily.
"Hmm... After I storm the mountain and seize the Sacred Weapon, I'll give it to someone else, but not you."
"How does that sound?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to hear what you think. I want to hear what I think."
"Chen Changan! What exactly do you want?"
The Hall Master of Eternal Hall was on the verge of losing his mind. His aura was downright volatile.
"I'm bored, so I came to mess with you for fun."
"Are you happy now?"
"Not bad."
"Could I ask you to leave?"
"It's not impossible. How about... you kowtow to me?"
"I'll kowtow... I'll kowtow to your grandpa, Chen Changan..."
"Hall Master, calm down! Please, calm down!"
"I'll kowtow, all right? Please, just go already. If you don't leave soon, we won't be able to take it anymore."
"Yes, yes, I'll kowtow too."
As the Hall Master of Eternal Hall, he couldn't just kneel and kowtow to someone on a whim. But as members of Eternal Hall, the others had the same reservations—and by now, they couldn't afford to care.
As long as they could send that bastard Chen Changan away, they were willing to do anything.
The Hall Master of Eternal Hall watched the others kowtow to Chen