Ye Guichen paid no attention to the arrogance of the gray-robed elder and said calmly, "Your name is Shen Lao Hu? Hehe, from today on, you, this tiger, will become a sick cat. Also, if you know what's good for you, apologize to the Fan father and son immediately, and then get out."
"Oh, and when you get back, vacate the best spot on this street for us; our Shennong Hall branch is going to open here."
Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this, then burst into laughter.
"Haha, kid, you're still wet behind the ears and you dare speak such wild words!"
"Fan Zhidong, where did you find this fool? Does he even know what he's saying?"
"Do you know who Mr. Shen is? Mr. Shen is the president of Quanzhou's traditional medicine circle, even people from Medicine King Valley know him, he's met Master Zhang Chonglou, and he knows Mr. Gongsun Zhi. Any one of these people could crush you without even trying."
Amid the commotion, Fan Zhidong and his son grew anxious.
