"Little head," "little mouth," "the worm in your belly"—hearing such words, Elder Mo Qi of the Divine Fist Sect felt as if Zhang Tie were standing before him, bent over and gently patting his head with one hand as he spoke to him.
Zhang Tie's words were "praise," but that sort of "praise" made Elder Mo Qi of the Divine Fist Sect flush crimson in an instant. Especially the barely suppressed amusement on the faces of those around him—it made Elder Mo Qi feel as though he had suddenly become a clown in the hall...
"Candle Dragon True Person, you..." Elder Mo Qi sprang to his feet, his face bright red as he stared at Zhang Tie. He wanted to fly into a rage, wanted to accuse him of something, but found that he had no grounds or excuse to do so, nearly choking himself into an internal injury. After all, whether in terms of build or the difference in rank between the two knights, Elder Mo Qi's "smallness" was plain for all to see.
"What? Does Elder Mo Qi have anything else to say?" Zhang Tie asked with a smile.
Elder Mo Qi glanced at Nangong Sheng, who was seated beside him.
"Sit down!" The skin on Nangong Sheng's face twitched in a smile that did not reach his eyes, his voice hoarse. "We have come from afar as guests, so let us first see what this game of Candle Dragon True Person's is like. Everyone seated here is an elder, sect master, or clan head—what grand occasion have we not witnessed? Since Candle Dragon True Person has said such things, surely he is not making fools of us. If Candle Dragon True Person truly has the nerve to mock the heroes of the three provinces under our Northeast