The second floor of the teahouse.
Besides Xiang Ji and the other Daoists, Zheng Tong of the Hall of Bitter Resentment, Ji Hua, and the stewards from several other squads were also present.
When they saw that this obviously youthful brat actually dared to be so arrogant before them—
The Hall of Bitter Resentment members were first stunned, then anger and dissatisfaction surfaced on their faces.
Linghua's face turned livid as she stood up directly. "Kid, aren't you being a little too arrogant? You—"
"Linghua."
Zheng Tong suddenly said, "Leave."
"Chief Zheng, this—"
"We're leaving."
Zheng Tong rose and walked away, while the rest of the group followed him out.
Linghua's face alternated between green and white. When she finally passed Shi Wen, she let out a cold snort and followed the crowd downstairs.
"Chief Zheng, that kid is far too arrogant. We should have shown him some colors just now!"
Linghua's face was full of rage as she said resentfully, "He's just a newcomer, yet he acts so arrogantly before us. Who beneath us will still respect us when we do things in the future?"
"No need to mind him." Zheng Tong said expressionlessly, "Isn't he very confident about coming alone to find the True Immortal Temple people? Then let him throw his weight around. Whether he dies or is crippled has nothing to do with us. After all, he was the one who told me to leave.
"This is also a good chance to see whether he has become that lord's subordinate, and what methods he has gained.
"He's actually so arrogant as to claim he'll face more than a dozen Quanzhen fighters alone."
The moment those words were spoken—
Linghua came to her senses, then left with a sinister grin on her face.
After everyone went downstairs,