"Brother."
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's senior disciple stepped forward. "My name is Qin She, and I am the senior disciple of this group from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. I truly apologize—I never expected you to be such an important figure. Raising our voices like that was far too disrespectful. On behalf of my fellow disciples, I apologize to you. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold their recklessness against them."
He smiled warmly, like a gentle spring breeze, every inch the graceful young gentleman.
"Mm, it's good that you know you were wrong. There is no greater good than mending one's ways after recognizing one's mistakes. I'm a generous man myself; I won't fuss over the trouble caused by little people like you. Just remember not to do this again next time."
Xia Ping waved a hand, wearing the air of a magnanimous man.
At those words, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples gritted their teeth, wishing they could bite this bastard to death on the spot. Give him a little sunlight and he shone brilliantly; give him a smile and he flooded the world.
Their senior brother had only spoken that way out of politeness, yet this brat had taken the cue and climbed right up the pole, putting on a lofty attitude as though he were their elder, even telling them to recognize their mistakes and mend their ways.
Mend your motherfucking ways! Was that something this bastard had any right to say? Did he really think he was the boss?!
Qin She, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's senior disciple, twitched at the corners of his mouth as well. He had not expected that after giving the other party so much face, the man would take it seriously, seemingly treating him as though he