Seeing that Zhao Dong still dared to act so arrogantly after learning his opponent was from the Blood Sect, the onlookers couldn't help but look at him with pity.
"What is this kid thinking? He won't even give face to someone from the Blood Sect. Isn't he courting death?"
"That woman is clearly no ordinary person. As a Disciple of the Third Elder, she must be a powerful Great Grandmaster. This kid is being foolish!"
At that moment, the stall owner from before grabbed Zhao Dong's arm and cautioned him, "Young man, you must be from out of town, right? The Blood Sect isn't an organization just anyone can afford to offend."
"Take an old man's advice: give the medicinal herbs to this lady and just chalk it up as a loss to avoid disaster!"
"Heh, give them to her?" Zhao Dong said with disdain. "Scum of the Blood Sect. I strike down every last one I see. The fact that I haven't attacked her *is* me giving her face!"
