Tang Changsheng gave a mocking smile. He paid them no mind, pretended he had heard nothing, and strode away.
He was courteous to people, even ordinary people, and never treated them arrogantly. But he had no interest in dealing with people so full of themselves.
The General's Temple might not amount to much in the "Immortal Realm," but in his own world, it was a great power that dominated its region. Tang Changsheng was hardly a man without a temper.
The people aboard the boat, however, would not let it go. They were arrogant enough to begin with, and when Tang Changsheng ignored their greeting, their faces darkened. One man raised his brows and sneered. "Fellow Daoist over there, did you not hear me speak?"
His voice rolled across the broad, empty river like thunder, rumbling all the way to Tang Changsheng's ears.
Tang Changsheng was startled. This fellow's internal training is formidable!
He had carried his voice that far on a single breath. It was an astonishing feat.
Tang Changsheng had no choice but to stop. He strained his throat and shouted, "Oh, you were greeting me, fellow Daoist! I was in a hurry and didn't notice..."
He had deliberately used nothing but his ordinary voice. How far could that carry? They were more than three or four li apart, with the river wind between them. There was no way his words would reach the boat.
The man aboard frowned at Tang Changsheng's display and said coldly to his fellow disciples, "I thought he was one of us. Turns out he hasn't even mastered the slightest bit of internal training. Forget it. Let's go!"
He dismissed Tang Changsheng and made to leave. The men and women aboard nodded one after another. "Senior Brother is right. This is the inland