Huangfu Jingchen saw his mysterious airs and silently laughed to himself. He said, "Master, are you not exaggerating too much? Although I'm not of the best temper, I wouldn't casually lay hands on someone. Why are you intentionally piquing curiosity in this way?"
Master Kong Chan sighed repeatedly, his white eyebrows fluttering, seemingly very troubled, yet he looked up and said, "If this old monk tells the truth, the benefactor truly won't strike me?"
Huangfu Jingchen's gaze bore a hint of mockery as he said, "I'm curious too, what kind of face could evoke such a reaction from me! Rest assured, I won't act violently!"
His disdain for Kong Chan grew in his heart. Kong Chan's theatrics had captured everyone's attention in the venue, even causing the fortune-readers to momentarily forget their tasks and the incense guests to stop listening, all turning their gaze towards him.
