Young Master, you've already said it three times.
Over this period, Yang Liang had become very familiar with Zhou Qing.
Since Yang Zhen and the others could not come and play along with Zhou Qing, he and Qi Ying had been thrust into the spotlight instead.
The tempering of these past days had made him very clear on when and how he should play his part.
There was no particular meaning behind his words.
Yet they could ignite Zhou Qing's "anger."
Sure enough.
The moment Zhou Qing heard him, he abruptly sprang to his feet. "So what if I said it three times? Do you dare say that it wasn't my master's single sentence that snatched Medicine Mountain from that damned Great Elder?"
"Young Master, mind your words!"
Yang Liang hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Yet there were truly quite a lot of people on this stretch of road.
And their voices were not quiet, either.
For a time, they drew countless gazes.
"Why—why should I mind my words?"
Zhou Qing still wore the bearing of a spoiled young master. "That damned Great Elder dared oppose my master. Even if he received some punishment, it was nowhere near enough. If you ask me, my master should have trampled that Great Elder beneath his feet and ground him into the dirt!"
"Pah! What kind of bullshit is he? I'm cursing him in front of all these people—so what?"
"With my master here, even if that damned Great Elder were standing here, would he dare do anything to me?"
Zhou Qing's voice rose higher and higher, as though anyone who had offended his master was an utterly unforgivable villain.
Even if the other party's status was not much lower than his master's.
That arrogant, wastrel face immediately made everyone recognize him.
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