"I didn't make fun of you, did I? Ask around and see if I made fun of you?" Lin Fei asked.
Zhang Dabao angrily said, "You obviously did make fun of me, why else were you laughing just now?"
"Oh! You control the heavens and the earth, but shouldn't control whether I laugh or not, right? I laughed and that means I look down on you? Making fun of you? Maybe you're just too insecure, might as well go ahead and die." Lin Fei said, not bothering to deal with this privileged third-generation official, whose brain was problematic, intelligence lacking, and communication unfeasible.
Zhang Dabao wanted to speak again, but at this time the disciple was brought over, with a middle-aged man following behind him. The man looked about fifty years old, with hair already streaked with silver. He walked to Lin Fei and said, "Are you the Beidou Sect's Dou Sect Master's closed-door disciple Lin Fei?"
Lin Fei nodded, and said, "That's me. May I know who you are?"
