Chosen Man
Unmoved
He had never imagined that a dozen-year-old young man from a small Empire like the Han Dynasty would dare to be disrespectful to him!
In his entire life, he had never experienced this kind of humiliation.
Haoran sighed in his heart and cupped his fists as an apology. His expression changed as he said seriously, “Daoist Dean, please calm your anger. I will speak honestly from the bottom of my heart. You need to know that when Young Master Feng is really angry, then it will be very difficult to clear up all this mess later.”
Hearing that Yuntian was dumbfounded and almost choked.
It was certain that he thought of it as a joke, then he laughed out of anger and said, "Daoist Fellow Haoran, you ... did you warn me?"
He's really mad.
As an elder of the esteemed Divine Sword Palace, let alone in the Southern Prefecture, even in the entire Long Empire, he could be considered an existence that could make all the cultivators in the world worship him.
But now, a young man from the Little Dynasty did not know himself and did not understand what was good for him. Not only did he offend him, even a veteran cultivator like Haoran dared to look down on him!
With the call of the Young Master that Haoran always mentioned, he thought that maybe Feng Zun was a very honorable noble descendant. So Haoran always seemed to exaggerate when flattering her.
"I'm just telling you the truth." Haoran said expressionlessly.
Meanwhile, Nie Tha who had been silent all along suddenly said in a low voice, “Martial Uncle Yuntian, Senior Brother Shuoxu is still cultivating. It's not good if we disturb him.”
Yuntian looked unconcerned, it would be best if he did not say anything, Yuntian could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, then he stood up.
As he spoke, he looked at Haoran and said in an ice-cold tone, “Mean Daoist Haoran, I will only ask one thing. Are you going to intend to defend this child surnamed Feng?
Haoran sighed in his heart as he shook his head and said, "With my abilities, I am still not qualified to defend Young Master Feng. However, I still have to remind you Fellow Daoist not to be blinded by anger."
Yuntian said coldly, "Don't worry, since my strength is increasing by leaps and bounds, I am more able to take care of myself now than before! I also know what I need to do now. You don't have to tell me what to do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Feng Zun who was sitting on the rattan chair, and his face was filled with disgust and coldness as he said, "Little boy, his face is filled with disgust and coldness, I just want to know the difference between the light of a firefly and the moon in the sky like you mentioned. Why... You don't let this old man experience it?”
Nie Tha also looked at Feng Zun with a strange expression. Did this fellow really think that he could ignore Martial Uncle Yuntian just because he managed to defeat Qian Long?
How arrogant!
Tianba suddenly felt an indescribable disappointment. Was this the true conduct of an important figure in the venerable Divine Sword Palace?
Feng Zun who was lying on the rattan chair, opened his eyes and looked at the enraged Yuntian. Suddenly, he felt a little emotional and said to himself,
"The mighty Buddha can wake people up from the shackles of anger in their hearts. This is called Buddhist generosity. But I, Feng Zun, am different. Rather than being generous, I always like to do things with a sword in my hand. Because in this world there is never a shortage of fools like you. So there is no harm in reducing any of them. This could probably be called a good word, because it was difficult to persuade a human who was about to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zun's interest was moved and he immediately got up from his rotational chair.