"Initially, I had no intention of stooping to your level. All you had to do was scram over obediently and apologize to my young master,"
The Xue Clan servant stepped on the middle-aged man's palm and glared at the young man not far away coldly. "However, you're a brat with a dirty mouth. How dare you scold me?"
"Exalted Immortal, please calm down,"
Enduring the sharp pain in his palm, the middle-aged man forced a smile. "We don't want these Essence Spirit Stones anymore. Take that iron sword as a gift for Young Master Xue as an apology. Exalted Immortal, please show mercy."
"Fufu."
The Xue Clan servant smiled smugly and glared at the young man not far away, cursing, "Brat, hurry and kneel down! Slap yourself!"
The young man's face was filled with rage and his swollen cheeks were filled with blood that had already turned purplish.
"Brat, you're indignant?!"
