"What did I even say!"
Liu Yudong's words seemed to directly infuriate the old master, touching his raw nerve.
The old master leaned heavily on his dragon-head cane, slamming it down fiercely onto the ground.
The stillness in the air, accentuated by the trip to Nanjing, made the sound of the cane hitting the floor particularly resonant.
No one spoke, everyone sat there, unable to utter a single word.
Even Chu Dazhuang, standing there, was jolted by the old master's anger, involuntarily holding his breath.
"I, Old Liu, have lived my whole life, is it not allowed for me to say a few words?!"
The old master's stubbornness flared up as he blurted out his grievances.
His words rendered Liu Yudong speechless for a moment.
They also caused Chu Dazhuang, who was standing there, to feel extremely uneasy.
Chu Dazhuang, standing in the midst of the suddenly chilled atmosphere, thought for a moment and then decided to start speaking.
"Old master."
