"What? Trying to leave already? Just who do you take this young master for?" the young sect master turned and said coldly.
The man who had argued with him earlier had been stopped by several burly men. Clearly, he had learned the young sect master's identity and wanted to leave.
"Forgive me, Young Sect Master! I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I offended you. I deserve to die, I deserve to die!" The man slapped himself hard several times.
"Kneel and kowtow nine times, loud enough for me to hear. Then we'll talk," the young sect master barked.
The man's expression changed slightly, but with his life at stake, he could no longer worry about much else and prepared to kneel and kowtow.
He was bitterly regretful. He truly had not recognized the young sect master of the Swift Sword Sect. Who could have known that, instead of staying in a superior guest room, the young sect master would stand here and cause him to misunderstand?
But he knew the Swift Sword Sect was the local tyrant of Qinyang City. Its sect master, Zhou Kun, had an only son, Zhou Bing. Someone like that was not a person he could afford to provoke.
"Young Sect Master, please calm down. He is a guest here, after all. Could you spare him for my sake?" Lin Feng hurriedly said.
The young sect master reached toward Lin Feng's chest and laughed. "Fine. For Madam Lin's sake, hurry up and roll out of here. Remember, I said roll!"
The man dared not hesitate. He wanted to leave quickly, but the moment he took a step, a burly man behind him kicked him to the ground. "The young sect master told you to 'roll.'"
"Young Sect Master, you arrived late. Otherwise, how