At this moment, he suddenly recalled that day at the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance—during a minor probing, he ended up suffering a hidden loss at Zhang Fan's hands.
"Zhang Fan, this isn't Jiangnan Province, and there's no Maoshan here to back you up."
Song Yunqi's voice was icy cold, his gaze, intentionally or not, sweeping over Fang Changle.
"Tsk tsk, what the hell are you looking at?" Fang Changle raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly.
"Fang Changle, acting this lawlessly, he's already bordering on the demonic path. You, as a Maoshan Inheritor, associating with this kind of person—aren't you throwing away the face of generations of your Maoshan Ancestral Masters?"
As he said this, Song Yunqi's gaze shifted, looking to the side.
"Zhang Fan, who do you think you are? The once-invincible Three Corpses Daoist, or today's Transcendent Zhenren Pure Yang Wuji? Do you really think you're above all law?" Song Yunqi let out a cold laugh, every word striking the ground with weight.
