"Is it really you? You're actually not dead?" The Holy Master of the Nine Palace could hardly mask his fury, hissing through clenched teeth, "Xiao—Zi—Chen!"
"Lucky for me, your constant cursing must have backfired, bringing me back to life!" Xiao Chen replied indifferently, "I really should thank you!"
"You..." The Holy Master of the Nine Palace could not fail to detect the sarcasm in Xiao Chen's words.
"Frustrated and falling apart, aren't you?" Xiao Chen said with a sneer, "Back then, although I bested you, I only sensed your impure mind, not dedicating all your efforts to your cultivation. Seeing you again today, your despicable behavior has truly been an eye-opener. A Holy Land's master stooping to be a lackey for the Foreign Races, how laughable!"
A tall tree catches the wind.
Xiao Chen in that era was too brilliant, inevitably offending many, and inexplicably gaining numerous enemies.
Like the Holy Land of the Nine Palace.
