Everyone's noses were out of joint.
Those who were not of Taoism hadn't felt particularly angry before, but this old guy suddenly turned his spearhead towards everyone.
Su Muyue, Luo Yu, the Taoist Masters from various sects, and the countless Yin-Yang Persons present all wanted to beat up this old fart.
Chu Hao spoke indifferently, "Such a tiny place as Wo Country, you sure talk big. Are you next going to ask us to prove that what you're saying is right?"
Shangu Yizun smiled, a faint red glow on his wrinkled face, and said tactfully, "I merely wish to exchange ideas with our international friends."
Chu Hao said, "Pretentious and insincere. If you ask me, Wo Country is too small and is searching for self-confidence from us in Huaxia."
Someone said, "You're right. Wo Country, a place no bigger than an anthill, is always trying to make its presence felt in the world."
