"I, the Yaochi Saint, dare to bear the name 'Yaochi,' naturally, I care nothing for rules because strength itself is the rule.
I dislike the name 'Zhou Yan,' don't know why, but it always reminds me of someone I extremely loathe, a person surnamed Lee. If Emperor Qi Sword Body Zhou Yan hadn't died, I would have killed him myself, not for any particular reason, just simply couldn't stand him. Sadly, he died, but you're still using his name—very well, since you harbor such thoughts, you can't blame anyone else."
"And I, the Yaochi Saint, dislike your gaze, that hateful, crazed look in your eyes, which brings back many uncomfortable memories from the past."
As the Yaochi Saint spoke, it seemed to be meant for Zhou Yan, but in reality, his subconscious intent was only to stop Saint Yao and Fairy Die from acting.
Zhou Yan's body was completely suppressed, unable to muster any bit of his strength, his heart brimming with towering hatred!
