Accompanied by exclamations of surprise, news quickly swept across Dragon Tiger Mountain like a hurricane that the Heavenly Master had returned, indirectly suppressing the attention on Zhang Longyi.
But Zhang Longyi knew that the matter was far from over.
When he thought of his generous speech on Heavenly Pillar Peak, his face contorted with emotion.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yi Chengzi! I curse you, bastard!"
His lips were bitten in agitation, droplets of bright red blood dripped down onto the pristine white marble floor, starkly conspicuous.
With a sweep of his wide sleeves, Zhang Longyi instantly became a master of desk clearing, swiping all the brushes, inks, papers, and inkstones from the table.
Smack, thud, bang, boom.
Failure itself isn't frightening; what's terrifying is having one's failure put on display.
"I was such a fool, really, how could I believe that idiot woman's words; this was a trap, a trap designed to make me, Zhang Longyi, walk into the spotlight voluntarily."
