Priest Tang's smirk widened, turning into a full-blown laugh. "Oh, and who might you be, pipsqueak? Challenging a superior cultivator?"
Dong Aigou squared his shoulders. "I am Dong Aigou, a humble disciple of the Flame Lunar Devil God, and I won't stand for such disrespect towards the High Priestess!"
Yin Lian placed a calming hand on Dong Aigou's shoulder, her voice cool but firm. "Leave it, Dong Aigou. There's no point in arguing with him."
But Dong Aigou, fueled by a mix of righteous anger and a desire to impress Yin Lian, wouldn't back down. "No! An apology is owed!" he shouted, his voice laced with defiance.
