Shen Qiang's words, full of contempt and mockery, immediately silenced the crowd.
"Talking to me? What makes you think you're worthy?" The young man glanced at Shen Qiang and sneered.
Shen Qiang laughed, "I'm not talking to you, I'm cursing you. Don't you understand?"
Amidst the snickers of the crowd, the young man's expression turned cold as he said sternly, "Young man, I advise you to show some respect. My surname is Li, and my master..."
"Garbage." Shen Qiang interrupted without even lifting an eyelid.
"You're calling me garbage?" the young man said with anger on his face.
Shen Qiang smiled slightly, calmly saying, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not just talking about you. I include your master and the three old fools at your side, they're all garbage."
The young man sprang to his feet and demanded, "Who are you? Which family, which sect, what's your name?"
"My surname is Zu, first name Zong." Shen Qiang replied indifferently.
