Whoosh!
A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples!
Everyone turned their heads, only to see a young man in white clothing speaking out in objection at the last table.
"Who is this kid?"
"How dare he object? Does he not know how to spell 'death'?"
"Given his position at the back, it's clear he's not from a prominent family. Probably just a clown trying to seek attention!" many guests discussed.
Upon hearing this, Chen Tianfang sneered, "Hmph, it would be one thing if it were Xiao Qian, since he is at the seventh-grade Qi and Blood realm. But you, a mere third-grade Grandmaster, dare to speak so boldly?"
"You're no match for him!" Xiao Qian passed by Ye Wudao as he spoke.
"That's because you're weak!" Ye Wudao said lightly.
Xiao Qian's face changed, and he stopped, deciding not to leave.
He wanted to see what kind of storm a minor third-grade Grandmaster could stir up.
