Heh.
So they've finally arrived?
A faint, almost imperceptible smile sketched across Chen Fei's lips, yet his expression shifted with Oscar-worthy skill, showing a trace of panic. He quickly suppressed it, his face returning to one of cool indifference. "Oh, really? It seems the Holy Fire Sect truly believes they're something special, that not even the Heavenly King Laozi would dare to address you?"
"How insolent! Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" The blind old man detected the mockery in Chen Fei's words and bellowed in rage.
After all, what is my status? I am a venerable Elder of the Holy Fire Sect! A genuine First-Class Ancient Martial Artist! And now, some punk in his twenties dares to act so brazenly before me, mocking me with no respect for his elders? How utterly reckless and delusional!
