To not reciprocate is impolite, Qin Ming immediately used mocking terms in return.
At their first meeting, the other party inexplicably showed disrespect, so he naturally wouldn't be polite.
Under the night, both sides quieted down.
If someone had the mind to smooth things over, they could claim Duan Yin's words were borderline and could be considered unintentional slips. However, Qin Ming's response was very straightforward, devoid of any pretense.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became somewhat tense.
Among the people present on both sides, there were several Great Saints, all with significant backgrounds.
If a fight broke out, it would inevitably shake the heavens and the earth.
Duan Yin stood tall, his ink-colored robes fluttering gently in the wind, the fabric glimmering with a faint shimmer, the dark tones not appearing gloomy.
He was once the youngest Great Saint, his features clear and handsome, carrying an inherently transcendent aura.
