Running your mouth often leads to no good end.
For instance, if a knight-errant humbly claims in the middle of the street that he's just a Jianghu ruffian, you'd better smile politely instead of mocking him with, "Then you're quite the loser." Otherwise, if he kills you with a sword, according to the customs of Da Ming, the Government Office won't lift a finger.
No one cares about the death of someone with a sharp tongue.
Normally, if someone disgusted Tang Wan with such a comment, she would have certainly gifted them with a dazzling journey through the Stone Sea, or let them experience just how venomous the poisons of the Tang Sect can be.
But this time, she conceded.
Not only did she concede, but she also added, "Yes, a useless person with low intelligence who eats too much like me definitely couldn't enter the Tang Sect."
Suddenly, the sharp-tongued fellow felt guilty.