"Senior, have you finished your business here? Senior Seow asked me to bring you a set of clothes, saying it's the ceremonial robe every Young Sect Master must wear when they succeed. You..."
Chu Nan was arguing with Li Mengmeng over a hairstyle issue when suddenly, from behind him, the voice of Liang Chaoqun came, cutting off midway, creating a momentary silence in the back hall. After a few seconds...
"Hahahaha!"
The roaring laughter of Liang Chaoqun echoed through the grand hall, pointing at Chu Nan, his stomach aching from laughter, "Senior, what happened to you?"
"Little Liang, I assure you, if I continue to hear your laughter, I could tear your mouth off, you believe me?"
Listening to Liang Chaoqun's laughter, Chu Nan instantly had a face full of dark lines, turning around with narrowed eyes, his voice growing incredibly cold.
"Uh... no more laughing."
