Filthy language made the entire venue's atmosphere extraordinarily awkward.
Witnessing Lin Fan's relentless scolding was like watching a shrew on the street.
In contrast, Master Miejue had already become so angry that her face turned deathly pale.
In her hand, the horsetail whisk shook uncontrollably.
Seeing the escalating tension, Gong Changjun felt extremely pleased.
At this time, he had to add fuel to the fire.
"Master, quell your anger, you can't stoop to the level of this lowlife. He is purely an upstart thinking he can do whatever he wants by relying on Mr. Xue. We must not fall into disarray. We shouldn't make an enemy of Mr. Xue just to take this dog's life. Let's consider this act of betraying his master and ancestors as though it never happened. In my view, we should keep calm for now and step back to see a broader horizon," he said.
Each word, taken individually, seemed meant to break up the fight.
But strung together, they were a mockery of Master Miejue.
