You Don't Deserve It! Fists Bully the Old! (4.3k words)

Steward Xiao Hu froze. "What did you say?"

Everyone around turned to look at Fang Shu, including quite a few nearby menials.

Fang Shu smiled.

"Couldn't understand?" He looked at Steward Xiao Hu and said each word clearly:

"In plain speech, that means: you, surnamed Xiao, are you the current master of Scorched-Tail Hall?"

In an instant, the depths of the main hall fell silent.

All the menials raised their heads, staring wide-eyed in his direction.

And now Steward Xiao Hu had heard him clearly at last.

His expression stiffened, his gaze shifted in an instant, and he glared at Fang Shu in uncontrollable fury. "You—what do you mean by this?!"

Yet Fang Shu's smile did not change in the face of Steward Xiao Hu's anger. He continued:

"Still don't understand?"

After a pause, Fang Shu added:

"To put it another way, do you deserve to overstep your station and correspond with my master? Do you deserve to have Fang compete in techniques with your hall's disciples for your amusement?"

As he spoke, Fang Shu glanced around.

His gaze swept one by one across the faces of the female Daoist Xiao Lili, Ling Baiquan, Yin Xiaojian, and the surrounding menials, as though he were asking them the same question.

Xiao Lili's expression changed. Her lips pressed tightly together, and she dearly wanted to speak up for her father on the spot.

But Fang Shu's question had struck the nail on the head. Her father, Xiao Hu, was merely a steward of the hall. He simply was not qualified to overstep his station and interfere in matters between the two hall masters.

As for Ling Baiquan and Yin Xiaojian—

The former frowned slightly as he silently assessed Fang Shu. The latter remained dazed, unable to recover his senses for a long