"Do you know what you're saying?"
Ye Qingchen's eyes lowered.
These youths looked like they came from elite family backgrounds, relying on their family's influence to act recklessly, with no regard for others. But they didn't realize that, being a Celestial Venerable, there was a pride that couldn't tolerate being humiliated face-to-face.
Moreover, Ye Qingchen's Celestial Venerable cultivation wasn't built on family resources, but earned through hard battles, stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Absolutely not to be insulted!
"I said you're a worthless piece of trash!" Zhao Mo sneered, oblivious to the chill settling around him. "You think you're a Celestial Venerable? What a joke!"
"This Longevity Pavilion isn't a place for trash like you, so get out of here!"
"Quickly, get out! Or I'll personally throw you out!"
The lackeys behind Zhao Mo jeered arrogantly.
The crowd watched the scene, sizing up Zhao Mo and his group.
