"Oh? Zhan Clan Master, you didn't speak in such a tone earlier!"
"I'm just a junior, and my strength is inferior to you, Clan Master Zhan. What qualifications do I have to make the you put on such an attitude in front of a junior? I'm really overwhelmed by your favor!"
Gu Xi cupped his hands in front of Zhan Wushuang with a reverent and fearful expression. Song Qingluan, who was standing at the side, could not help but smile.
On the other hand, Zhan Wushuang's face was ashen. He had already cursed Gu Xi's ancestors over and over again in his heart. Even though he wanted to slap Gu Xi to death, he could only suppress his anger when he thought of the terrifying strength that Yun Zhiyi had displayed just now.
He forced a smile and said, "What are you saying... I attacked you just now because I saw your talent and couldn't help but test you. If I didn't control my strength and went too far, I hope you won't take it to heart."
