Three Questions

A tossed stone raises a thousand ripples. All the demigods were seething with anger.

"Wha... What did you say?!"

"You son of a bitch! The gifts we have selected are all rare treasures of the world! How dare you call them toys, you insolent fool?! 

"Chen Zhufeng! You thick-skinned bastard! You didn't even bring any gifts, and yet you have the nerve to ridicule ours!"

"Brat! You'll be dead! When the new temple's master comes, we will all report you to him! We'll see to it that nothing is left of you!"

All at once, the demigods were pointing angry fingers at Chen Xiaobei, their eyes burning with hatred and spite.

Long Zishan and Liu Xuanxin panicked at the sight of this.