"Hmph! Pretending to be mystical and ghostly! What evidence do you have to prove that the Tibetan Mastiffs on this snow mountain belong to you? And who gave you the right to punish me? Do you own this snow mountain?" Chen Feng said unapologetically.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Knight of Snow Dragon could understand Huaxia language; he not only understood it but could also speak it. Seeing Chen Feng's arrogant attitude, his gaze suddenly turned icy. As the Abbot of Gelun Temple, everyone treated him with the utmost respect, yet this young Hann person dared to question him.
"Hann child, I won't stoop to verbal sparring with you. You'd better come back with me quietly; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."
The Holy Knight of Snow Dragon snorted coldly through his nose and said loudly to Chen Feng.
"You call yourself a saint with that look? Pah! If you're a saint, then I'm a Saint Warrior. If you have any skills, use them. I want to see what kind of saint you really are!"
