Hearing Ning Wangshu speak so arrogantly, Mr. Wu was instantly overcome with shock and anger.
He was about to speak sharply, but when he got a clear look at Ning Wangshu's face, his whole body shuddered. He gaped, pointed at Ning Wangshu, and stammered, "Y-you, you, you..."
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Boss Ma, standing nearby, hadn't noticed anything amiss with Mr. Wu. He hadn't even paid attention to the other man's expression.
He simply turned to Ning Wangshu and shouted arrogantly again, "You brat, you're way too cocky! If I'm not mistaken, you're a cultivator too, just like Mr. Wu, right?"
"But do you know what kind of person Mr. Wu is? How could you possibly compare to him, you little punk who hasn't even grown his first whiskers?"
"You dare act so arrogantly toward Mr. Wu. Aren't you afraid he'll teach you a lesson?"
Boss Ma still looked disdainful as he curled his lip.
"Heh..."
Ning Wangshu chuckled softly, his gaze settling on Boss Ma. "Is that so? Then I'd like to see how this so-called Mr. Wu of yours plans to teach me a lesson!"
"What do you think, Mr. Wu?"
Having said that, Ning Wangshu looked back at Mr. Wu, a teasing curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
From the other man's reaction just now, he knew Mr. Wu had recognized him.
That wasn't surprising.
After all, countless cultivators had attended and seen him in person, both during his battle with Bei Chen Zhenren and at the Dao Discussion Conference at Tiandao Sect.
It was only natural that Mr. Wu was one of them.
Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, and especially seeing the faintly amused look in his eyes, Mr.