"I truly didn't expect a so-called young master of an ancient clan to be so content hiding behind defensive treasures," he said loudly, ensuring everyone could hear him.
"What a joke. Perhaps your mother was nothing more than a whore, birthing a coward who can only rely on a turtle shell like some pitiful beast."
His words were sharp, vicious, and deliberately provocative.
For the first time…
Lin Feng stopped.
He slowly lowered his teacup and looked up.
A faint smile appeared on his face as his gaze landed on the man standing in the sky.
"It's truly difficult to remain a good person," Lin Feng mused lightly, his tone calm yet carrying an underlying chill, "when others insist on coming to my doorstep to seek trouble."
It was at that very moment that Daoist Limitless Sword would come to understand a bitter truth… in this world, one must always be careful what they wish for.
