Jing Mengzhen didn't feel any discomfort when Zheng Ming began to speak, even looking forward to it with some expectation. He was ready to seize any deficiency in Zheng Ming's words and give the lad a straight jab to the heart.
This would allow him to demonstrate his own prowess and also make it clear that he was not someone to be disrespected by the likes of Zheng Ming.
But as Zheng Ming began to speak, his words flowed on like an endless river, and Jing Mengzhen immediately felt his head start to swell.
It was all over the place, lacking any solid structure, yet it stirred a wild urge within his mind.
How could he talk so much? He had started discussing the rules of Wanxiang Mountain, and somehow it turned into equality for all creatures. Damn it, it sounded somewhat reasonable, but it seemed he was still insulting him!
"Mr. Jing, you cannot look down on Ahua like this. Even though it's just a gatekeeping dog at your sect's gate, a dog should have its dignity."
