A dog that eats leftover rice!
Hearing Qin Guan curse him as a dog, Liu Tianzheng said in disbelief, "You little brat, how dare you curse the Young Master?!"
The corners of Qin Guan's mouth curled into an arrogant smile. "Aren't you a dog? If you're not a dog, then what were you barking about just now?"
After speaking, Qin Guan looked toward Wu She. "Brother, this is the dog that bit you so badly, right?"
Hearing this, Wu She said in a low voice, somewhat ashamed, "I'm damn useless. I couldn't even beat a dog."
Seeing Qin Guan and Wu She sing the same tune while humiliating him in roundabout ways, Liu Tianzheng flew into a rage. "You two damned ants! How dare you!"
"Tian'er!"
Just as Liu Tianzheng was about to step forward, he was suddenly stopped by the burly, middle-aged man at the front.
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and looked at Su Qingjie unhappily. "Old Ancestor Su, are these two undisciplined little things your people?"
Su Qingjie remained calm and smiled faintly. "These two young heroes are honored guests of the Jieyun Immortal Mansion."
Hearing Su Qingjie's words, Sect Master Liu Shengjun's expression darkened as he scrutinized Qin Guan and Wu She once more.
Su Qingjie's words seemed mild, but they carried tremendous weight. Honored guests of the Jieyun Immortal Mansion—especially guests whom Su Qingjie had personally acknowledged—were certainly no ordinary people.
What did the Jieyun Immortal Mansion mean by this? After abandoning all dignity and repeatedly yielding to negotiate their cooperation, they had suddenly cut it off. And now, in front of everyone, they were refusing to show the Tianyan Sect any respect.
"Hmph!"
Liu Sheng forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, flicked his sleeve, and snorted coldly. "Sharp-tongued! Old Ancestor Su, keep