The old man surnamed Gu sneered.
"If I wasn't talking to you, was I talking to a ghost?
"Which family's junior are you? What school, what sect? Who is your master?
"I'd really like to know who taught such an ill-mannered disciple.
"If he can't teach you properly, I don't mind teaching you a lesson on his behalf about respecting your elders!"
The moment he spoke, Fang Shuwen's expression darkened.
Mo Beidou's face turned livid.
Not only was the old man pulling rank, but he had also insulted their master.
In the past, Mo Beidou would have had no choice but to endure this.
But today, Fang Shuwen had no intention of enduring it. With a faint smile, he suddenly strode forward, and a Vajra Tower Throwing strike descended in an instant.
The old man surnamed Gu was stunned. Who would have thought this kid would attack without a single word?
He immediately sneered.
"You're courting death!"
