"You are a true supernatural being, a True Man. Please mind your image, consider your speech..."
"I damn well please, what the hell do you care?"
"Your damn self-cultivation is so poor..."
"You, what the fuck, aren't you also cursing?"
"What comes around goes around, now I'm damn cursing you!"
...
The two lost their composure and started arguing noisily.
Someone couldn't stand it anymore, "In front of so many people, can you both fucking mind your manners and stop cursing?!"
"You're fucking cursing too, aren't you?"
...
Someone coughed, "True Man Bai is here..."
"What the fuck Bai..."
The person stopped mid-sentence, suddenly cutting off to look up at the high seat—Bai Qiancheng, clothed in white, supremely beautiful with a clear and cold temperament—his old face flushed, and he swallowed back his words.
The crowd also quieted down, coughing a few times, clearing their throats, sitting up straight, and paying attention to their own image.
