"I'm not singling anyone out, everyone seated here is trash!"
Xiao Yi's face bore a peaceful smile as he spoke one word at a time, extremely earnest.
Pfft!
Yu Huaxian and Ye Heng couldn't help but laugh aloud.
Li Youruo, and the Purple-robed Daoist—their faces alternated between shades of green and white, instantly turning unsightly.
Especially the Purple-robed Daoist and Li Youruo, who slammed their fists onto the table and stood up, their eyes fiery red as if shooting flames, glaring steadfastly at Xiao Yi with clenched teeth, their eyes filled with wrath and humiliation.
The Purple-robed Daoist bellowed, "You little bastard, how dare you insult me like this? Do you know, before you were even born, I was already known as a grandmaster of formations..."
