Teng Chuanxing became utterly docile. He cautiously bowed and backed away, only feeling a sliver of security after retreating a considerable distance.
Seeing the once-arrogant Prince Celestial Serpent reduced to such a state left the crowd of Cultivators clicking their tongues in amazement.
"Tsk tsk, Prince Celestial Serpent. Still think it's so disgraceful for me, Yao Lun, to be a mount?"
Yao Lun asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"PFFT—"
Teng Chuanxing spat out a mouthful of old blood.
'I finally managed to calm the storm, so can you please not fan the fucking flames?'
His eyes were filled with resentment, like those of a jilted wife, as he glared fiercely at Yao Lun.
"You wretched spawn! Know your place! Is this any place for you to speak? You should be learning from the Divine Child's heroic and dashing style, his invincible and grand bearing! And look at you, baring your teeth and grinning. What a disgraceful sight!"
the Elder Roc King chided.
