Hearing Li Huowang’s words, Wu Qing grunted; his face was still half swollen from the previous night. Then, he pulled out a stool and took his bowl before sitting with his back facing the youth that just exited the room.0

“Hoh. He makes it look like I’m the one who holds grudges instead. Senior Li, you must’ve used a lot of silver just to convince him right?” he asked mockingly before walking into the hall and picking up a yellow steamed cornbread from the bowl and munching on it.0

“Hey! You brat, how can you be so disrespectful? Did your mother not teach you to be polite?” demanded Wu Qing. Since he had Li Huowang supporting him, he was not as cowardly as yesterday when he was tied to the pillar.0

Hearing the old man disrespecting...0