"Haha."
Qiao An was fearless, her eyes shining with ferocity, "Despicable? You haven't seen the worst yet. Let me tell you, I, for one, love beating up old men. Especially those like you who act all high-and-mighty!"
The old man quivered with rage, "You, who are you saying is... pretending to be..."
"I'm talking about you! A perverted old man trying to pass himself off as a hermit sage. Even if you pretend to be an otherworldly elder in both dress and behavior, you can't change your true nature. You're just a twisted, perverted old man!"
"Shut your mouth! Shut it! Do you hear me!" The old man slapped the table in a fit of rage, bellowing repeatedly.
Qiao An put her hands on her hips, going full throttle, "I won't. What are you going to do about it? Let me tell you, if you dare take even a drop of his blood today, I will..."
"You'll do what?" The old man refused to back down, standing up to meet her gaze.
Sparks were practically flying.