Sitting in the adjacent VIP box, Old Ancestor Li's face turned from pale to deep red, his veins bulging on his temples as his silver beard shook violently. His face burned with unprecedented rage and embarrassment.
He gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered, clutching his tea cup until it turned to fine dust. 'That shameless, unrefined barbarian! He's publicly fixing matches for a handful of spirit stones!' the Old Ancestor roared internally.
Luckily, Liu Xiong had entered under his own name rather than as a representative of the Li family. Otherwise, the pristine reputation that the Li clan had cultivated for centuries in South River City would have been utterly destroyed in a single afternoon!
