"What if I refuse?" asked Tang Sheng, the chairman of Tang Group, an influential figure in the world. Anger welled up in him as he stood abruptly, looking at Ji Wu with a colder manner. His expression became unusually grim as he asked sharply, "Kid, what branch are you from? Which sect? What incense do you burn?"
Tang Sheng was using secretive jargon from the world, referring to the line of work where the paths of various trades intersect. For example, the tomb-raiding trade has sects like Tomb Raider, Move Mountain, and Faqiu. Asking what incense is burned is a way to identify which founder the sect follows, as sects have further divisions.
"What do you think?" Ji Wu, originating from an ancient hidden family, didn't travel the world and had no knowledge of its jargon. His face darkened as he slammed his palm onto the marble coffee table with a loud bang—his aura was terrifying. The hard marble surface quickly cracked, ready to crumble with a bit more pressure.
