Scum...
Foolish dog...
The words of Yin Tian stabbed into their hearts like knives as they fell upon the ears of those people.
Just as someone was about to speak, a commotion arose from the back of the crowd.
Everyone turned around and saw four individuals approaching.
"It's The Four Sages!"
"They actually came, too!"
"Are you farting? The Four Sages are Sir Wang's direct disciples. With Sir Wang hosting a calligraphy event, how could they possibly not show up?"
"That's true..."
As the crowd was speaking, the four brothers of The Four Sages had already stepped forward and walked over.
"Why aren't you all going in, what are you doing out here?"
The eldest disciple spoke with a steady voice.
The few who had been arguing with Yin Tian and Jiang Qingwu quickly gathered around, "Mr. Fan, isn't it because of those few people over there?"