Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
On the Grand Hall Square.
Zhang Han crouched to one side, watching Ye Luo nearby with a face filled with deep resentment.
Just moments ago.
He had been struck by Ye Luo, who sent him plummeting from the sky.
If it had been at any ordinary time, it wouldn't have mattered much.
But it just had to happen in front of his third junior brother and fourth junior sister, this humiliating drop from the sky.
Zhang Han felt as if he had lost all face.
How would he establish his authority after inheriting the position of the Sect Master of the Daoless Sect in the future?
Thus,
Zhang Han stared at Ye Luo with eyes filled with extreme resentment.
It made Ye Luo, who was cleaning up the traces of their battle, shiver involuntarily.
"Look, second junior brother, it was you who wanted to spar, so why are you giving me such a look now? It's as if I bullied you on purpose."
