"Good, Sect Master Yan, you indeed have courage!"
With his superior stance, Hou Yuxiao's words sounded like a compliment to someone junior, laden with mockery that ignited a nameless rage in the three-hundred-year-old Yan Sandong.
Yet he knew he was no match for Hou Yuxiao and, given that he was at fault from the beginning, he could only suppress his anger and gestured a slight bow in acknowledgement.
"Yan Sandong, it seems that this old man has uncovered the connection between the Qinglong Association and the Hou Clan, issuing an open challenge when in reality, he seeks vengeance!"
Upon hearing the name Yan Sandong, Hou Yuxiao immediately recalled the turmoil in Tongling three years prior when, as the Dragon Head of the Qinglong Association, he had taken the life of the Deputy Sect Master of the Yinsha Sect at Shengxin Residence. While the others clearly didn't want to step forward, Yan Sandong had been eager to thrust himself into the limelight.
