Lin Qingqing's icy glare had no effect on Zhong Ming. He stepped forward, his expression as calm as if he were stating a simple fact. "Who else but you? A piece of trash like you staying by the Princess's side will only tarnish her reputation."
This was so blunt it bordered on arrogant. Of course, Zhong Ming wasn't acting this way just because Lin Qingqing's earlier words had insulted him.
More than that, it was about the struggle for supremacy. It had always been this way.
Ever since he learned that the second Demonic Fiend assault was coming, Zhong Ming had repeatedly weighed two paths: either to lie low and bide his time, or to reveal his extraordinary talent and seize the position of Child of the Morning Star.
'The advantage of lying low is that I won't attract attention, which would let me develop for a while longer at the Seven Profound Sect.'
