"What's there to panic about?" Zhang Shao sneered. "So many years have passed, and you're still as rash as ever. No wonder you'll never amount to anything great!"
Yan Hong retorted resentfully, "Zhang Shao, I'm not your disciple anymore. Stop putting on the airs of a master in front of me. If it weren't for you, I'd still be a Renowned Master at the Imperial Academy, admired by thousands!"
"Heh, 'a teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime.' You don't even understand this simple principle. No wonder that group of disciples you took in betrayed you," Zhang Shao jeered.
His sore spot having been poked, Yan Hong flew into a rage out of shame and anger. "Zhang Shao, you're courting death!"
As he spoke, Yan Hong was about to manifest his Grotto Heaven and fight Zhang Shao.
