His toes kept scrubbing the ground, his old face flushed red. He stammered again and again, but just couldn't bring himself to shout the lines.
Until he remembered the Great Wine Sacrifice was hanging by a thread and couldn't be delayed.
Only then did he grit his teeth, force on a look of shame and anger, point at Qin Ling'er and roar furiously:
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Don't bully the young and poor!"
"The humiliation of today, I, Lu Yun, will pay back double in the future!"
Qin Ling'er stood above, looking down at him coldly: "I will go into seclusion for three years!"
"When I emerge in three years, I'll give you one chance to challenge me!"
With that, Qin Ling'er drifted away.
Laughter and mockery from the young boys and girls rose behind her.
"A piece of trash whose soul is only at the third rank, and he dares dream of challenging the number one Proud Daughter of White Cloud Sect."
"Forget three years, even thirty years wouldn't be enough!"
