Chen Chen turned around and looked toward the sound.
He saw three young men, also dressed in Outer Sect Disciple robes, staring at him with ill intent.
The leader was tall and thin, with shifty eyes and a thief-like face. He was at the Third Level of Qi Condensation, and a mocking smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
The two men behind him were both at the Second Level of Qi Condensation. With their arms folded, they were sizing Chen Chen up and down as though watching a good show.
A thought flashed through Chen Chen's mind.
Wang Hao's men.
It seemed his welcome gift of intimidation was coming wave after wave, with no intention of stopping.
Yesterday, Wang Hao had been blasted back by his punch in front of the Guest Reception Hall and lost so much face. With that grudge-holding personality of his, how could he possibly let it go?
As an Inner Sect Disciple, Wang Hao could not personally come after an Outer Sect Disciple again. That would make him look utterly beneath himself.
So, sending a few Outer Sect lackeys to disgust him and probe his true capabilities was the most routine move.
"Something wrong?" Chen Chen's answer was still those same two words, his voice calm and devoid of emotion.
"Heh, you're pretty good at putting on airs." The tall, thin youth spoke with a false smile. "Kid, don't think that just because you gained a little advantage in front of the Guest Reception Hall, you're some big shot now. Let me tell you, in the Azure Cloud Sect, once you offend Senior Brother Wang Hao, you've got a long road of suffering ahead!"
"My name is Zhao Hu. If there are any rules in the outer sect you don't understand from now