His words fell.
The entire inn fell silent, and the scene instantly turned eerie.
Li Yingling's gaze sharpened at once, her hand already resting on her sword, ready to fight as soon as her master gave the word.
In all her time cultivating, she had yet to fight seriously.
To be honest, Li Yingling was quite eager to show her skills and let her master see the Divine Ability she had cultivated so diligently.
The waiter, rotten all over, stiffly turned his head toward Chu Xingchen, pointed his blade at him, and shouted angrily:
"You die first! You die first!"
Yuankong stared speechlessly at the scene before him.
Why had he spoken up to insult a lame waiter? Just what were they seeing?
Chu Xingchen looked at Yuankong and asked, "What did this thing just say?"
"He asked what was wrong, sir."
"And what's he holding?"
"A long-spouted teapot..."
"Tell him to put it down now!"
Hearing this, Yuankong looked toward the waiter and pressed his palms together.
"My apologies, benefactor. Could I trouble you to put the teapot down for now?"
These words seemed to strike a nerve in the waiter. He slashed the rusty long blade viciously at Chu Xingchen, shouting:
"Die!"
Facing the lunging waiter, Chu Xingchen lifted his gaze. The incense sticks in the incense stand suddenly flew up and shot straight toward the waiter, pinning all four of his limbs to the coffin.
The long blade in the waiter's hand fell to the floor with a clang.
Chu Xingchen looked at the astonished Yuankong and spoke again:
"From now on, you're the interpreter. Translate whatever he says."
Yuankong hurriedly nodded, then looked toward the waiter, who kept making muffled sounds, and immediately translated:
"Ugh, ugh, ugh... it hurts... sir, I was wrong."
Chu Xingchen started