"Han Zheng! You're asking for death!"
Shen Conghai's eyes were filled with murderous rage.
He had been having an unsatisfactory few days.
The elders of the Cang Mountain Sword Sect looked down on him, unwilling even to accept him as an outer sect disciple.
Outside, people were saying that the younger generation of the Shen Family, with the exception of Shen Congyun, were all useless.
Even within the Shen Family, many servants were gossiping, saying that Shen Conghai was far inferior to his older brother, and investing so much in him was simply a waste of resources.
This idle talk made Shen Conghai very irritable, so he simply went out to drink his sorrows away, and Pang Feiyan had specifically come to persuade him.
But now, Han Zheng, this nobody, dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, as if he really thought Shen Conghai was easy to deal with?
