"Out!" the white-haired old man barked impatiently.
Qin Feiyang took a deep breath. "Let's go!" He quietly signaled to Fatty and Wolf King, then turned and exited the great hall, emerging onto the square.
After they left, Fatty complained, "Boss, this Temple is too much; they don't even consider us anything."
"That's reality," Qin Feiyang transmitted via voice projection. "No matter how brilliant you are in the nine states, in the Imperial Capital, you are just an insignificant minor character. To earn others' respect, you must prove yourself through your actions."
Fatty pouted, "Anyway, this Imperial Capital doesn't impress Master Fatty."
Wolf King said, "I also find this place rather disagreeable."
Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes and said indifferently, "I told you not to come, but you insisted. Now that you're here, just endure it!"
At that moment, Lu Xingchen and the others also began to exit the great hall in succession.
