Qin Feiyang followed Luo Xiong and his two companions onto the high platform. Turning to look at Ling Sheng, he truly couldn't understand what this man was being so arrogant about.
Fatty didn't go up. He knew his place; based on his status and position, he wasn't qualified to stand up there.
However, in the eyes of some, Qin Feiyang didn't have this qualification either.
"Jiang Haotian, get down now!" the Ling Family Head roared.
His son hadn't even quieted down, and now the father was stepping in to meddle. It seemed this father-son duo was determined to be relentless today.
Qin Feiyang asked, "Why should I step down?"
"Look around you. Who here isn't a person of status and position? You, a mere martial master, what qualification do you have to be on equal footing with us?" the Ling Family Head snorted disdainfully.
"He has a point." The Hall Master of the Martial Palace nodded and said calmly, "Jiang Haotian, a person must know their place. Get down now!"
