A Work of Art

Zhu Jin looked at the direction where Yunxiao's chariot had disappeared into, which led to the Supreme Palace.

"Are they really from Supreme Palace?" While frowning, he thought for a moment and then murmured to himself, "The energy leaking from that boy just now was indeed the type of extreme cold, and so did the lightning they attracted. Moreover, among the newly established sects over recent years, only the Supreme Palace has such strength. But..."

He pondered again, but he could not find an answer. "Why does Supreme Palace want to start a feud with the Xingyang family?"

"Hehe! Old Freak Zhu, I can see you have just cheated something good from those juniors!" Suddenly, a voice came through the void.

Zhu Jin's face flickered, and he snorted angrily and said, "This is none of your business, Ao Dijia! Get the hell out of here!"