"Hmph!... Human ants, what does your stinky prince have to do with me? Hehe," Qing Ye replied with an indifferent sneer, his voice dripping with disdain.
He cackled softly, the sound cold and mocking, as he cast a blunt look of contempt at the other two. His demeanor was one of utter superiority, as though he were addressing insects rather than fellow cultivators.
"What do you mean by that? Who do you think you are?" Qing Tian challenged, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
Though he was the weakest among the three, he was highly respected by Prince Wu Xiaoqing for his wisdom and amiable nature.
He couldn't fathom what he or Qing Sha might have done to provoke such a betrayal, especially in such a perilous environment. His mind raced, searching for answers, but none came.
"What? I do as I please, and you stinky humans have no right to question my ways. You can only blame yourselves today for stumbling upon a taboo.
