Slap! A whip struck the air.
Qin Ling swiftly dodged, evading the attack, and sneered: "Does your Chishui Sect think there's no one left in the world? Want to taste the feeling of being stripped and thrown out?"
"Bas—tard!" The young man was about to swing the whip again but was stopped by the middle-aged man who had been sitting there all along.
The middle-aged man shouted, "Tian'er, don't be rude!"
"Uncle Shang, they go too far——"
"Shut up!" The middle-aged man angrily swung, giving the young man a slap and admonished: "I've indulged you too much in the past. That's why you're acting recklessly today, with no sense of measure."
Qin Ling sneered from the side.
Too lazy to bother with them further, he casually left.
As he stepped over the threshold, Qin Ling issued the order to leave, "Our Qi'an Hall opens its doors for business, not to serve people, much less to be anyone's servant. Please, feel free to leave."
Qin Ling departed.
