497 Your Mother Is...? (2/2)

With that thought, Wang Baole's anger intensified. With a flash appearing in his eyes, he set his target at Liang Long, who was beside Mie Liezi. He raised his leg and took a step forward.

”Junior here has once read an autobiography when I was in the Federation. It was mentioned in the autobiography that everyone uses double standards to treat themselves, as well as the people around them.

”I had once thought that such attitudes only existed within the Federation. However, today, Junior here has realized that attitudes like that are also being exhibited here!”

”My fellow Federation cultivators and I have just arrived and have not physically adjusted to the new environment, which made us feel uneasy. However, because of that, we have been reprimanded for being rude, and Fellow Daoist Liang Long here even interrupted me while I was greeting the three elders. Is that what is meant by being respectful here? I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Liang Long his reason for interrupting me!” As Wang Baole spoke, most of the Federation Seedlings standing behind him were shocked as they felt a torrent of emotions. However, there were also a small group of people like Li Yi who were angered by Wang Baole, as they felt that he had made a wrong move.

To them, matters like these would pass if they simply bore with it. There was no need to blow matters up the moment they arrived.

Wang Baole wasn't done speaking his mind. After expressing his anger, he took a deep breath as he greeted Feng Qiuran, who was on the higher seat, with cupped fists again.

”Senior Qiuran, Junior here didn't manage to suppress my anger after hearing the insult that we are dimwits. Please excuse me.”

As Wang Baole spoke, everyone in the Vast Expanse Dao Palace instantly turned their attention towards Wang Baole. A glow flashed across their eyes as their gaze stayed on Wang Baole. It seemed that most of them had never imagined that the people from the Federation would dare to speak so impolitely despite having just arrived. That was especially so for Feng Qiuran, who was now looking at Wang Baole with a peculiar gaze in her eyes.

”How audacious!” With everyone's eyes still on Wang Baole, the red-haired Nascent Soul realm cultivator who was in the lower seat snorted, his voice similar to Heavenly Thunder as it shook the entire place. At the same time, Liang Long, who was behind Mie Liezi, laughed contemptuously as he heard Wang Baole speaking about him. He opened his mouth to speak in response.

”You…” However, even before he could finish his sentence, Wang Baole's cultivation was unleashed. As a loud boom reverberated, his body seemed to have transformed into a small hurricane that spread in all directions, and he turned abruptly to look at that red-haired Nascent Soul realm cultivator.

”Senior, you are the unruly one for insulting us Federation cultivators for no rhyme or reason!

”As for you, Liang Long, shut up! As the Federation envoy, I, Wang Baole, was representing the Federation to greet the three seniors. This is a form of interaction between two civilizations, and you have no right to interrupt twice and insult us in the process!”

”If you open your mouth again, I'll kill you!” An intention to kill vaguely flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. After that, he cupped his fists and greeted Feng Qiuran again.

”Senior Qiuran, the Federation has been very sincere in this alliance, and our sincerity is obvious. Kong Dao, and everyone else, please introduce yourselves to Senior Qiuran!” As Wang Baole spoke, Kong Dao, who was behind him, immediately greeted Feng Qiuran with cupped fists.

”I am Junior Kong Dao, and my father is Duan Muque, the President of the Federation!”

”I am Junior Zhou Lin, the direct line disciple of Plume Manifestation Connate Sect!”

”I am Junior Fang Mu, and my father is a senator of the Federation Senate!”

”I am Junior…”

Words like these emerged continuously from the mouths of the Federation Seedlings, reverberating in the entire great hall. Zhao Yameng's voice was also heard from somewhere behind Wang Baole.

”I am Junior Zhao Yameng, and my mother is the Governor of the Martian Colony!”

Wang Baole didn't react immediately upon hearing those words. He was about to introduce himself confidently when he suddenly realized what he just heard. He immediately turned, widening his eyes to stare at the expressionless Zhao Yameng while his mind buzzed.

”Your mother is…?”