Wang Lu was busy offering someone a toast when he turned and saw what had happened. The wineglass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack!
That Flame Ghost Hall disciple was simply...
Too much!
But just as Wang Lu's face turned livid and he was about to blow up, something suddenly seemed off.
When things were out of the ordinary, there was usually something strange going on.
Normally, no matter how arrogant a Flame Ghost Hall disciple was, he wouldn't cause trouble over and over again like this, would he?
He'd been so disrespectful, it was almost as if he were doing it on purpose.
And when he'd spoken with the man earlier, he'd seemed polite and proper. Yet all of a sudden, he'd lashed out.
Either the man had intermittent bouts of mania, or... he'd come here today to deliberately pick a fight?
This man was Ah Hei Yan's personal disciple!
Flame Ghost Hall's influence extended throughout Northland, and Jiang City was within its reach. In the past, every evil cultivator in River City had depended on its favor.
But for the last two years, Ah Hei Yan had either gone into seclusion or was lying low. He hadn't appeared for a long time, much less visited Jiang City. The local rogue cultivators' awe of Flame Ghost Hall had waned considerably.
Wang Lu had always given Flame Ghost Hall a fixed portion of the profits from his boneless chicken feet business. But now that he planned to take on disciples and open several more branches, he hadn't intended to increase his contributions.
Could this man have been sent by Ah Hei Yan to put him in his place?
Uncertain, Wang Lu didn't say anything in front of everyone. Instead, he turned and went back to Gongsun Yan, the