Feng Wuchen's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Old Yang with a half-smile.
"Shopkeeper Yang, is what this beast saying true?" Feng Wuchen asked with a chuckle.
"Bastard! Who are you calling a beast? If you've got guts, say it again!" Young Master Zhang erupted in anger.
"Once." Feng Wuchen shrugged, wearing a smug expression.
"You!" Young Master Zhang was furious, his face extremely distorted, and the fire in his eyes seemed enough to burn Feng Wuchen to ashes.
"I wonder if you're a dog? Biting people like a mad dog, are you having fits of rabies?" Feng Wuchen unceremoniously mocked him.
Young Master Zhang's face twitched, teeth gritted, fists clenched, and the power of the Heavenly Monarch Realm accelerated to emerge.
Yet, Young Master Zhang did not dare to make a move, knowing that here was the territory of the Zi Xian Pavilion.
Though the Zhang family was strong, they could not afford to provoke the Zi Xian Pavilion.
