Hearing Li Huowang speak, Wu Qing, whose face was still half-swollen, scoffed coldly. He shifted his stool, bowl in hand, and turned his back to the young man who had just emerged from the west wing.
"Ha, that would make me look petty, wouldn't it, Senior Brother Li? Convincing him must have cost you a good bit of silver, right?"
Having said his piece, he walked straight into the main hall, picked up a beige corn bun from his bowl, and started gnawing on it.
"Hey! You brat, what kind of way is that to speak! Were you born without any manners?" With Li Huowang's support, Wu Qing was clearly more assertive than he had been when tied up the night before.
Hearing the old man dare to slander his mother, the anger he couldn't suppress exploded in an instant. CLANG! The Longsword, sharp enough to cut through iron as if it were mud, was drawn and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "Say that again if you dare!"
