Glancing at his senior brother's expression on Pan Lingshan, he knew his heart blazed with true anger.
The two of them had illustrious reputations on Mount Diancang, their fame on the Jianghu was even greater. The Sect Leader, always at odds with the Five Poisons Cult, would indeed find it rather vexing that the disrespectful words of a mere junior would contain such piercing barbs.
Sensing the fury of his senior brother, he swept his gaze around the crowd once more,
and thus lifted his hand to rub his chin and let out a light cough.
Upon hearing the cough, Shang Sufeng immediately restrained his expression, locking eyes with his junior brother to convey his intent.
'Despite being a Direct Disciple of the Sect Leader, this youngster is too young. For an elder like me to squabble with him would be demeaning, and spreading such news would tarnish my reputation.'
