Yang Ling's rebuke instantly fired up the other side.
Gu Weizhou and the elderly Confucian scholars unleashed a furious torrent of words.
At the sight, the Rong Tribe's Fourth Rank experts immediately understood the situation and watched the show with smiles.
The Star Sea Fishing Alliance's Fourth Rank experts were even less willing to get involved in something like this, but this was their territory, after all. Worried that trouble might break out, they hurried forward to mediate.
Hua Jinsong took a deep breath. A sliver of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.
Had this man come specifically to make trouble?
Bored out of his mind, Yang Ling picked some dirt from beneath his nails, then casually flicked it into Gu Weizhou's mouth, which was open the widest.
Before Gu Weizhou could react, he swallowed it, and his voice cut off abruptly.
The elderly Confucian scholars also stopped talking and exchanged looks, their aged faces instantly turning red.
"Outrageous! Outrageous!"
They had already begun rolling up their sleeves.
"That's enough," Zhang Xuanshui said mildly.
The elderly Confucian scholars immediately backed down.
Gu Weizhou also swallowed the curses stuck in his throat.
"Master Yang, come with me."
With that, Zhang Xuanshui turned and left.
"Master Yang, perhaps you should go to Fire Flood Dragon Island first..."
Hua Jinsong grabbed Yang Ling's arm and said earnestly,
"If something happens here, I'm afraid even the Department Master won't be able to get here in time..."
"Director Hua, we're directors of the Iron Clothes Department, Fourth Rank officials. How could anything happen to us here?
"You need to have faith in the Iron Clothes Department, and faith in Zhao State!"
Yang Ling spoke solemnly.
While Hua Jinsong was still stunned, Yang Ling had already caught up with Zhang Xuanshui.
Hua Jinsong's expression shifted repeatedly.