"How embarrassing... haha... I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be in such a sorry state."
In the center of the Four Holy Palace, that familiar mocking voice made Zhang Zhiyun, who had narrowly escaped death, frown deeply.
He didn't know what means the other party had used that allowed his body, which had already separated from the Ancient Demon, to continue living, but their taunting attitude was truly irritating to him.
"Am I that funny to you?"
"Very funny..." Zhang Xiaoyun, who was normally lively and enthusiastic, was now laughing harmlessly, clapping her hands like a child, and said, "Zhang Zhiyun, the legitimate successor of the Heavenly Master Mansion, has been the face of the Zhang Family from the beginning; to maintain this facade, they even made numerous preparations for you in the White Tiger Palace. And you end up losing to a little kid who's only been learning for five years?"