Miles was overbearing, but he was no fool.
Although Qin Yuan looked young, anyone who had two of Lou Gao's finest disciples accompanying him throughout the event had to have an extraordinary background.
Moreover, he sensed an unshakable composure about the young man. Without being a direct descendant of a great clan, he could hardly have possessed such poise.
After weighing things up, Miles laughed inwardly. Probably some idiot from a great clan, hoodwinked by those two bastards Si Long and Siyu into sticking his neck out for the Blacksmith Association. Isn't he afraid of breaking his teeth on something he can't chew?
After a pause, he said, "You look unfamiliar, young friend. Didn't your elders teach you to rein in your sharp edges when you're away from home, lest you draw the attention of people with ulterior motives?"
Qin Yuan glanced at him coldly. "Quite the imposing air you have, Bishop Miles. I wonder whether a dragon crossing the river like me can make a local snake like you coil up and behave?"
Needle point met wheat awn, and the guests were stunned.
Who didn't know that Spirit Hall was the absolute ruler of Gengxin City? Most of them had paid Spirit Hall in advance to ensure their trip went smoothly.
"Who is this young man, to dare speak to Bishop Miles like that? Could he have an extremely powerful bodyguard with him?" The guests began whispering among themselves.
A Spirit Emperor beside Miles flew into a rage and revealed his martial soul and Spirit Rings.
Miles's face twisted into a sneer. "Boy, kneel and kowtow in apology now, and This Seat may spare your life on account of your youthful hotheadedness."
With his tacit permission, the Spirit Emperor beside him rubbed his hands together and headed toward Qin