"Hmph! Whose disciple-servant is this? He truly knows no manners!"
The expert players recognized Dugu Jian as a player and paid it no mind.
Players—weren't they all basically like this Husky?
But among the high-ranking NPCs, an old man with a huge fleshy tumor on his forehead, puffing on a dry tobacco pipe, could no longer hold back.
"Who the fuck are you calling an old bastard?"
Dugu Jian had been in the middle of a staring contest when he was suddenly insulted for no reason. He immediately fired back.
The old man with the tumor on his forehead could not save face. He looked at Aaron. "Where did this young brat come from? With a servant like this, the master himself must surely be... heh heh!"
He could not even be bothered to ask whether Dugu Jian was a disciple, directly lumping him in with the servants.
His words were blades, clearly intended to provoke the other side into striking first.
"Who is this man?"
Aaron frowned slightly and asked.
"This is Old Master Shan Qingtian, the Single-Headed Flood Dragon, a renowned figure from Jiangnan. He is ranked on the Dragon-Tiger Rankings, and his martial arts are unfathomable."
Xiao Lei's voice was full of excitement.
An expert who could remain steadily on the Dragon-Tiger Rankings was naturally far more valuable than someone like Duan Hong, who had briefly made the list only to fall off again!
But Aaron naturally did not care. He merely studied Shan Qingtian thoughtfully. "Old man... I see darkness upon your brow. I'm afraid you'll suffer a bloody calamity very soon!"
"How dare you!"
Old Master Shan's face flushed red with fury. The disciples and followers behind him were even more indignant, eager to risk their lives for their master and grandmaster.
"Good! Good! Good!"