"Damn it, those two bastards were so damn smug and arrogant. If you hadn't stopped me, Ning, I would've taught them a lesson. What a pair of clowns. Pah!"
Ma Junfan couldn't help cursing under his breath.
Liu Qi curled his lip too. "Exactly! Who do they think they are, making fun of you right to your face, Ning? They act like they're sure to earn that spiritual tablet's approval and join the Immortal Gate. They haven't even got a foot in the door, and they're already putting on airs. Tch!"
Ning Wangshu shook his head. "They're not worth getting angry over. Whatever they do, what's it got to do with us?"
After a pause, Ning Wangshu glanced at Ma Junfan again. "Besides, Lao Ma, you did say something out of line earlier. There was no need to insult them."
Ma Junfan looked a little embarrassed. "I just couldn't keep my mouth shut and made a snide comment without thinking. I didn't pay much attention, and they heard me."
"But those two really were too arrogant. They actually think they're the protagonists of some novel."
Ning Wangshu smiled and waved a hand. "All right, let's drop it."
"Mm."
Ma Junfan nodded, then suddenly said, "Still, Ning, I never expected Shangqing Palace to openly recruit disciples."
"Do you think Old Liu and I should go try our luck at that spiritual tablet?"
As he spoke, Ma Junfan couldn't help looking at Ning Wangshu.
He knew Ning Wangshu was a cultivator, but he had no idea about the history between Ning Wangshu and Shangqing Palace.
Hearing this, Ning Wangshu didn't say much. He merely replied casually, "If you want to give it a try, go ahead. It's up to you."
There were things he couldn't explain outright.
Besides, even if Ma Junfan