"Earlier, I told you but you wouldn't listen. Now, do you see? He's just a useless coward, a good-for-nothing country bumpkin."
"You saw it too, my master displayed exceptional power, turning the wine glass to dust. What kind of power is that! I ask, how many people in the world can do that?"
"This country bumpkin has never seen such power before; he must be scared to death, right? Look, he's so scared he's hurriedly picking up the powder. Isn't that indirectly apologizing to my master?"
"With such a coward, do you still want to treat him as an honored guest?"
Zhao Mei spoke with conviction, and Zhao Peng glanced down at Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan was still meticulously picking up the fragmented wine glass pieces off the ground, fully focused, as if not missing a single piece.
Zhao Peng couldn't help but smile bitterly.
