The door was kicked open with a foot.
Jiang Wang turned his head and saw a richly dressed man with a hook-nosed face, staring at him furiously.
The two servants of the tavern next to him wanted to stop him but did not dare to lay hands on him.
"It's you? Just a half-old man like you? You haven't opened the Heaven and Earth Gate with half your body in the grave already! And you're competing with me for a spot?"
He pushed the people blocking the way, squeezed into the room, seemingly unable to believe what he saw, a mixture of shock and rage on his face.
"Get out."
Zhongxuan Sheng said indifferently.
That fat face no longer carried its usual amiability, and though his voice wasn't loud, his eyes narrowed even further.
The hook-nosed man's face stiffened, and he said with forced calm, "Sheng, do you really think that just because someone is an old man, he must be stronger than me? Cultivation isn't a matter of age!"
