"Gao Fei, you and I are irreconcilable enemies!" Ding Dalin clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot, looking as if he was ready to devour someone. He had never suffered such a huge loss in his life.
"Looking for another beating, huh?" Gao Fei raised his hand slightly.
"Ah!" Ding Dalin's face changed, and he quickly retreated. With his lower cultivation, he was no match for Gao Fei, and a direct confrontation only meant disadvantage for him, "You just wait, I will not let you get away with this." After cursing a few more times, Ding Dalin turned and ran away.
"I'll be waiting for you," snorted Gao Fei. "If you don't come to take revenge, then you're my grandson."
"My lord..." Chen San approached with a wry smile on his face: "You... you've been a bit impulsive..."
"If someone pointed at your nose and cursed you, could you endure it?" huffed Gao Fei.