"We don't mind doing business with lucky cripples, but let's not pretend he's a warrior." Hu Ba snorted as he looked at Gu Fan with disgust.
But in return Gu Fan just sat there with his elbow casually leaned against the armrest and his chin on his knuckles, staring right back at the scarred brute with dead, completely bored eyes.
Gu Fan might not have reacted to the blatant provocation, but Madam Li was never going to let a mere envoy to disgrace her beloved.
"You seem to be a very strong warrior, envoy," Madam Li spoke, frowning, "Do you dare step outside? I want to see how real of a man you are."
"Hahaha... You seem to have not seen a real man for long, Matriarch," Hu Ba sneered, "But you don't have to go to far..."
"You want to talk about real warriors?" Hu Ba turned away from Gu Fan and looked at Gu Chen. A wide, respectful grin spread across the brute's face.
"Now that is a warrior. 9th Stage Spirit Realm at his age."
