Xiaolin's expression grew unsightly as she heard Han Xiao. That wasn't just her. Even Wang Li and the mayor's daughter were in similar positions.
Gale could feel the indignation Xiaolin was feeling through the bond. It was making him irritated as well. How the hell did this halfwit have the gall to talk to his disciple like this, that too, in this bright spirit of the festival?
It simply soured the mood of festivity.
Sadly, Xiaolin wasn't eloquent enough to confront Han Xiao on her own. So it was Gale who would have to deal with this young master, even though he wasn't a fan of throwing his weight around.
"It seemed you forgot what happened the last time you let your mouth run wild," Gale said, narrowing his eyes at Han Xiao. He barely did anything, but Han Xiao's swallowed his breath as his throat dried. "You barely made it to regard yourself as a practitioner. Who gave you the gall to talk like that to my disciple?"
