"Damn it, Old Yellow Tooth, you were peeping out here?" Bald Bird widened his eyes and glared furiously at the Yellow-toothed Old Man sprawled on the ground.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man looked rather embarrassed at first, but that embarrassment swiftly vanished, replaced by a face full of righteous indignation. He said solemnly, "The Eighth Peak is utterly outrageous. They built the residences of us Shu Mountain disciples so shoddily that they collapse at the slightest touch. What kind of propriety is that?"
Having said that, he looked seriously at Chen Fan, thumped his chest, and vowed, "Kid, don't worry. Leave this wooden door to this old man."
Chen Fan did not particularly care, though he was somewhat surprised that the other man had managed to damage a wooden door covered in formations.
But the moment Bald Bird heard the Yellow-toothed Old Man changing the subject, he became displeased. Glowering with his huge eyes, he shouted in a childish voice, "Old Yellow Tooth, your talent for acting your age without any dignity and being shameless has risen to another level. You actually concealed your aura and hid outside the door to peep on me. What is it? Did my heroic bearing scare you?"
As he spoke, the Yellow-toothed Old Man had already sidled up to Chen Fan. His eyes gleamed as he stared fixedly at the half-finished Artifact Heart in Chen Fan's hand, paying no heed whatsoever to Bald Bird's words. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Bald Bird grew even more annoyed at the sight, but he had no cultivation whatsoever and had only recovered a trace of his divine soul power so far. He simply had no way to deal with the Yellow-toothed Old Man.
"Kid, heh heh, could you let this old man have a look?"