Jealousy filled Zhuo Yingkang's eyes. Since birth, it could be said that he had always been the center of attention, adored like stars holding the moon.
No matter their status, people treated him with respect, envy, and even flattery.
He believed that he should have always stood above the rest, that he should have been a crane among chickens, that he should have been stronger than the average person from a young age.
Unfortunately, these thoughts suffered a heavy blow upon arriving at the Sword Burial Palace. Zheng Ming's slap had caused him to lose all face.
As for the person before him, although they hadn't laid a hand on him, their demeanor only fueled his jealousy even more. Why wasn't he the one admired by the masses while riding atop a Qilin?
Why did the damn Qilin not pledge loyalty to him, and why was his entrance only accompanied by several Vajra Giant Apes, while the other arrived like a deity crossing the heavens?
His jealousy surged like a tide, overwhelming him!
