The nine-section bamboo staff slapped his face three times, leaving a red mark.
Lin Feiyang was also crying from the pain. His swollen cheeks were tear-stained.
"Master-Uncle, aren't you going overboard?" Zhou Yuanhao frowned and said.
"Master-Uncle, I'm 16 years old this year. I'm not even 17 years old yet. I'm only at the early-stage Foundation Establishment Plane," Chen Jingzhai said calmly. "All of you are older than me. That's why you were disrespecting me."
Everyone was silent. Zhou Yuanhao was quiet, and Lin Feiyang did not say anything.
Chen Jingzhai held the nine-section bamboo staff and glanced at the silent crowd. "Perhaps in your eyes, I'm just a laughable aspirant cultivator or even a child, and you may even think you can bully me. However, don't forget that I'm still your Master-Uncle, and you're not Golden Core Sages."