At his words, Zhang Cheng and Mu Feng, who were standing behind him, jumped in fright. They could no longer remain calm and began to wipe away their cold sweat.
Zhang Cheng stared at the back of his Sect Leader's head, fighting the urge to smack it and knock some sense into him.
'Look down on Shen Lang all you want, but why drag the two of us into it?'
'Have you forgotten that he thrashed us in just a few moves?'
'Don't you know that Elder An Fengrui said not even he could afford to provoke this kid, let alone our entire White Rainbow Sect?'
At this thought, Zhang Cheng felt it was not just necessary, but his duty to give his Sect Leader a reminder.
Seizing a lull in the conversation, Zhang Cheng leaned over and said softly, "Sect Leader, regarding Shen Lang, this disciple has something to say..."
"Shut up!"
Ye Xiangmo was already in a foul mood. Seeing Zhang Cheng acting so furtively, his anger flared, and he cut him off.
"It's not your place to speak with our elders here."
