Seeing this, Grand Elder Wan Hun had a thought and spoke at just the right moment. "Since Night Sword Immortal, Chief of the Seven Swords of the Shushan Sword Sect, wishes to exchange pointers, Junior Brother Qing might as well give it a try and gain some practical combat experience."
He wanted Ye Wushang to curb Qing Chen's arrogance.
To stop him from being so overbearing.
Yet after hearing Grand Elder Wan Hun's words, Ye Wushang's expression abruptly darkened, displeasure filling his face.
"Hey, you there. Yes, you. What kind of talk is that? You're showing me, Ye Mou, far too little respect."
Grand Elder Wan Hun was instantly dumbfounded, muttering inwardly:
What did I just say? I merely went along with your wishes and pushed Qing Chen to accept your challenge. How did that upset you so much? Is there something wrong with this brat?
Seeing Grand Elder Wan Hun standing there stunned only made Ye Wushang angrier. He shouted:
"How many times have I said it? I'm the Sword Chief now! The Shushan Sword Chief! Not the Chief of the Seven Swords! From now on, call me Night Sword Chief. Understand?"
Grand Elder Wan Hun was utterly speechless.
I can't curse him, and I don't dare hit him. What am I supposed to do?
He'll be the death of this old man!
His fighting spirit soaring, Ye Wushang ignored him and spoke eagerly to Qing Chen. "Hmph, what a bunch of bores.
"Brother Qing, why don't we go above the clouds and fight to our hearts' content!"
He could not be bothered with these dry bones in their tombs. They were nothing but old coffin-fillers whose sun was sinking in the west.
At this, an unrestrained smile curled Qing Chen's lips. He simply stopped concealing the bold spirit