"Hahaha, did you hear what he just said? A dead man?" one person mocked. "He actually dared to call Mr. Wang a dead man?"
"This kid is really courting death. Mr. Wang has a terrible temper. As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, his pride won't allow anyone to trample on it!"
"I really don't know where this guy came from. He has no idea who he's messing with!"
"Exactly. He doesn't even have a trace of Spiritual Power in his body. Does he really think throwing on a Fourth Grade Alchemist's robe makes him invincible? What a joke!"
Mocking voices echoed through the hall. Everyone looked at Shen Haoran as if he were an idiot, making no effort to hide the disdain in their eyes.
In the seat of honor, Shui Wuyou frowned deeply. "Who are you, sir?" he asked coldly. "Please do not cause trouble in my Shui Family!"
