Yan Xuehen almost stopped breathing right there and then. Why is this guy’s mouth always so vicious?

“If that witch heard you say that, she would properly teach you what it means to be a grandmaster,” she said unhappily. “Do you think grandmasters grow like cabbages? There aren’t many who are stronger than us, and those are people who can’t act freely for various reasons. With our cultivation, it’s already enough to go and do whatever we please. Even among those at the same level, that witch and I are definitely among the best.”

“Okay, okay, okay, you and Big Sis Yun are awesome. Then, what about the step after that?” Zu An asked, snickering inwardly. Yan Xuehen was normally so calm and indifferent; it was rare to see her defend herself so nervously. Was this the so-called pride of the strong?

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” Yan Xuehen snapped. She looked away, clearly still annoyed.

Zu An quickly moved over and said, “I’m sorry. I was wrong, okay?...