The Trapped Disciple
"Clowns?"
Feng Ma who was already up in the clouds with his uncontrollable anger shouted disdainfully.
"Yeah, you are a Clown. All of you are."
The disciple with the bow replied angrily.
He was also fed up by how the fourteen disciples who were supposed to protect him were already thrown off the stage by the three musketeers in front of him.
While he was unable to deal with just a single drunk disciple.
'Gulp.'
Feng Ma took a mouthful of his favorite wine from his wine flask and scoffed at the disciple's word as he pointed his hand and wine flask at Si Chen and Pi Hao, respectively.
"You can call them clowns, fools, or whatever you want but don't you dare call me or my Brother, Brother Zhao Luo with such ridiculous names, Gulp, Gulp."
Feng Ma yelled at the disciple as his feet quivered continuously throughout his amazing speech.
'Tap.'
Si Chen and Pi Hao tapped Feng Ma's shoulders from the left and the right.