Yang Zhen didn't know why these exiled guys were all so arrogant, looking down on others with such disdainful airs—as if they were just asking for a beating sooner or later.
Especially this old lady right in front of him, Yang Zhen had said so much, yet it seemed like she didn't believe a single word. Yang Zhen felt that to understand what was really going on here, he needed to show some real skills to shock this old lady.
When it came to showing off, the Sao Saint had never failed!
Moon, watching from the side, looked at Yang Zhen with a face full of curiosity, then turned to look at her grandmother's expression, admiring Yang Zhen even more.
With her grandmother's personality, if Yang Zhen started pleading persistently, it would have no effect whatsoever; it would only make his grandmother look down on him more. But Yang Zhen didn't plead at all; he just retorted sharply, which turned out to be more effective than any words could have been.
