Following right behind the white-haired old man, the cultivators cast gazes of even greater contempt toward Ning Chen, and even the Golden Core Stage waiter at the side let out a sneer, wearing an expression that suggested he didn't want to waste his breath.
"You want to see my father? Don't you even know your own weight?"
Zhao Zhi reached out again, pointing arrogantly at Ning Chen's head as he spoke.
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