Lin Qian was instantly stunned by Wei Pengjun's behavior in front of him. The other party had white hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, and an aura that was profound and unfathomable, making him an elder worthy of respect.
And yet, he sat so inelegantly on his own table, mentioning the desire to spar with him?
"Second granduncle, this might not be appropriate, right?" Wei Wushuang, who was sitting in front, was also quite troubled by the scene and turned toward Wei Pengjun.
At this moment, Wei Pengjun suddenly turned around, pointing at Wei Wushuang: "You brat, what do you mean not appropriate? If I weren't taking into consideration your current injuries, I would surely have challenged you to a match. How dare you say your second granduncle is not good, what's that about? Are you cursing me?"
At the head seat, Wei Ziliang also rubbed his forehead, with an embarrassed expression: "Second brother, stop fooling around, just settle down."
