Steward Xiong's small eyes narrowed to a slit. He glanced at the skinny stall owner, who was so frightened his legs began to tremble and he seemed to shrink in on himself.
'Useless fool. Can't even check someone's identity before starting trouble!'
Steward Xiong cursed inwardly, then declared with an air of righteousness, "Even disciples of the Qingfeng Sect must be reasonable! You can't just bully people in the Market because of your status. Am I right, everyone!"
"Ah, two servant disciples. I happen to have a younger clan brother who also joined the Qingfeng Sect... heheh, an Inner Sect Disciple named Xiong Baishan. I wonder if you've heard of him. If you two insist on bullying others with your status, then this Old Bear will have no choice but to write a letter to my clan brother and ask him to find an Elder in the Sect to judge this matter."
"What... what are you going to do?"
