"You son of a bitch!"
As Senior Brother Zhuge's blood-spattered saliva sprayed onto Yin Honghui's face.
He was completely dumbfounded.
In Yin Honghui's memory, this fellow disciple had always been known for his refined and amiable nature, a true gentleman who, even in anger, would not resort to vulgarity.
Yet today, he had used such coarse language to curse him!
After the breakthrough of his meridians and establishing the Purple Mansion, Yin Honghui hadn't been scolded to his face in decades.
He was unable to adapt to it for a moment.
He stood there, stunned.
Crack!
The Heavenly Pattern Plate on the rosewood table suddenly emitted a crisp sound, its surface now covered with numerous spiderweb-like cracks.
It was clear to anyone.
This precious second-tier Spiritual Artifact was now ruined.
And the Jade Pendant placed in the center of the Heavenly Pattern Plate had also shattered into pieces!
"Uh!"
