Listening to these Cultivators discussing the Emperor Qi Sword Body and calling someone a useless piece of trash, for some reason, the aged middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and violently smashed the wine pot in his hand to the ground.
"Bang," the wine pot shattered, and the wine splashed out, causing all the quarreling to come to an abrupt halt.
Inside the restaurant, there was a dead silence.
"He's not a waste! My son is not a waste, you are the waste! Not a waste, not a waste!"
"He's not a waste! Not at all! Once I master the Supreme Forget Love Swordsmanship and pass it on to Yan'er, we can start all over again, ah!"
"He's not a waste, he's not a waste..."
The middle-aged man was both crying and howling, his voice harrowing, which would shock the listeners and terrify the onlookers.
"Not a waste? So you are that waste, Zhou Wangchen! Truly, you were easy to find! You really were here!"
