"Not if I kill you first." Zhan Sheng's laughter echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of vindication. "It matters not if you remember, Xing Junwei. What's important is that I haven't forgotten."
"You—You dare act so brazen to assault me in public! Do you know who I am ass licker? I'll cut off your balls and feed them to you."
Zhan Sheng scoffed. "You always did have such a filthy mouth." He pressed his foot down harder, causing Xing Junwei to cry out. "I'm tired of listening to you talk. Speak again, and I'll show you how to become a real ass licker."
The onlookers watched in a mix of shock, amusement, and morbid curiosity, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before them. The inn owner dared not intervene, fearful of the consequences of meddling in the affairs of powerful cultivators.
