Upon hearing Duanmu Huai say this, everyone's expression turned sour, and Master Mie Jue clenched her fists, trembling with anger.
"You..."
"What do you mean 'you', shut your mouth, you old hag with a perpetual menopause."
Duanmu Huai coldly interrupted Master Mie Jue's words and gave her a glare.
"Today is Master Zhang's centennial celebration; no blood should be spilled. Otherwise, I would have twisted off your head to use it as a ball. And the rest of you, none of you are any good either!"
Duanmu Huai pointed at the group of Jianghu people, cursing them fiercely, while the latter were frozen in fear, not daring to make a sound.
