Chu Zhaonan didn’t say a second word. He got up and left.

“Brother Chu!”

“Don’t be like this…”

Luo Sanfeng and Gao Ye were more or less embarrassed. Were they leaving? Or not leaving?

“You’ve disappointed me very much.” Chu Zhaonan walked two steps and turned his head to look at Xu Yangyi, simply uncaring of where he was. He gritted his teeth and said, “Xu, if you’re gonna fucking say you ain’t got a thing, speak up earlier! I could’ve figured something out for you! We both crossed through death. Are you returning my embarrassment?”

Xu Yangyi looked at Chu Zhaonan. The gunslinger was so honest that it was cute. He laughed; how was it that he hadn’t discovered that Chu Zhaonan had this side to him?

“Do you consider me a brother? This isn’t a damn Legion Inauguration Ceremony! If you said the word, my father would’ve asked my grandfather to advocate for you! Those pack of clowns downstairs are stiffs!”

“But you didn’t say a fucking thing! Now…” Chu Zhaonan really did want to curse, but in the end he rigidly clenched his teeth. “Do as you see fit!”

The other present attendees couldn’t not recognize Chu Zhaonan. He was the young lord of Mingshui Province and moreover a cultivator. With such a reputation, he couldn’t make too much noise. The old man of the Yi Clan laughed wryly, “Even young Chu had a few good words to say. We can only blame ourselves for failing in familiar waters. We chased...