Everyone was caught off guard by Chu Lingxian's blatant posturing, even Tian Shang and Lin Kuang were stunned for a long while before they burst into derisive laughter and pointed at Chu Lingxian, scolding loudly.
"What kind of thing are you!"
"What kind of bullshit are you!"
As these words came out, the slow-reacting Chu Lingxian, still basking in the imminent pleasure of his posturing, showed no reaction.
But at another location, it was a different story.
Under the thatched hut, Chu Tiankuo laughed heartily, and because of his laughter, the tea cup in the hands of the old man of Heavenly Dao trembled slightly, the tea within rippling like his own Dao heart.
Chu Tiankuo's precious son, a thing? A piece of bullshit?
These curses were too absolute, as even negating these claims implied that Chu Lingxian was not a thing, not anything at all.
Even the old man of Heavenly Dao had never thought that in the Three Thousand Realms, someone would dare curse Chu Tiankuo's son.
