Yang Ling's rebuke instantly fired up the other party.
Gu Weizhou and the elderly Confucian scholars launched into a frenzied barrage of words.
Seeing this, the Fourth Grade cultivators from the Rong Tribe immediately understood what was happening and watched the show with amused smiles.
The Fourth Grade cultivators of the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance were even less willing to get involved, but this was their territory, after all. Afraid things might get out of hand, they hurried forward to mediate.
Hua Jinsong took a deep breath. A flicker of suspicion suddenly arose in his heart.
Could this man have come here specifically to cause trouble?
Bored out of his mind, Yang Ling picked some dirt from beneath his fingernail, then casually flicked it into Gu Weizhou's mouth, which was open the widest.
Unable to react in time, Gu Weizhou swallowed it, and his voice cut off abruptly.
The elderly Confucian scholars also stopped talking and exchanged glances, their aged faces instantly flushing crimson.
"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
They had already begun rolling up their sleeves.
"Enough," Zhang Xuanshui said flatly.
The elderly Confucian scholars immediately backed down.
Gu Weizhou swallowed the curses caught in his throat as well.
"Director Yang, come with me."
With that, Zhang Xuanshui turned and walked away.
"Director Yang, perhaps you should head to Fire Jiao Island first..."
Hua Jinsong grabbed Yang Ling's arm and said earnestly,
"If anything happens to you here, I'm afraid even the division chief won't be able to get here in time..."
"Supervisor Hua, we are supervisors of the Iron Garment Division, fourth-rank officials. How could anything happen to us here?
"You must have faith in the Iron Garment Division and the Zhao Kingdom!"
Yang Ling spoke with a solemn expression.
While Hua Jinsong was still stunned, Yang Ling had already followed