Unlike Li Fei, whose mind was full of all sorts of thoughts, Ning Wangshu didn't care in the slightest how the others reacted or what they said. He simply looked at that so-called Young Master Wang.
Seeing the other man's panicked expression, the way he nervously gulped and trembled all over, unable to speak, Ning Wangshu couldn't help but laugh teasingly.
With a faintly mocking smile, he said, "What happened? Weren't you just shouting so boldly? Why have you gone quiet now?"
"Go on, keep talking. I'd like to hear what else you have to say. Or perhaps... would you like to contact your old ancestor, Wang Xuanyang, and have him come here to stand up for you?"
After saying that, Ning Wangshu watched Young Master Wang with a bright smile.
Hearing the mockery in Ning Wangshu's words, Young Master Wang shuddered and swallowed again. Trembling, he stammered, "I-I wouldn't dare!"
"You wouldn't dare? Heh..."
Ning Wangshu sneered and said coolly, "You're the direct descendant of the sect master of Tianxin Sect, one of the Secret Realm Immortal Gates. What could you possibly not dare to do?"
Cold sweat was already pouring down Young Master Wang's forehead.
But at this point, he had no choice but to steel himself and stammer out, "N-Ning Xian Zun, please forgive me. I-I was blind just now. I-I failed to recognize you, Xian Zun. Please f-forgive me this once!"
After saying that, he immediately lowered the head he had held so arrogantly moments earlier.
Ning Wangshu merely snorted and mocked him. "Forgive you? Hmph. What have you done wrong? I could hardly accept an apology from a descendant of Tianxin Sect's sect master."
Young Master Wang opened his mouth, but he no longer knew what to say.
Ning Wangshu glanced at him and continued,