Jiang Chen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He didn’t understand where these sect disciples got their confidence and their feeling of superiority from.
Although Cheng Zhen was much stronger than his cousin, it seemed from his tone that he was assured that he would have complete domination over Jiang Chen.
Stupefied, Jiang Chen raised an eyelid and said faintly, “That sounds like a threat?”
“Yes, I’m threatening you.” Cheng Zhen smiled coldly. “Secular disciples should have the self awareness of being ordinary dirt. Since no one has taught you how to act in front of a sect genius, I’ll trouble myself to teach you about how you should act and behave yourself.”
Jiang Chen sighed lightly and shook his head, “What a pity.”
“Pity what?!” Cheng Zhen flew into a rage.
