Ye Qingming was clearly unfriendly.
But Ning Zhuo's words could also become very sharp when needed.
He honed this kind of verbal sparring from the age of two. His childhood life wasn't good, but conversely, the harsh and oppressive living environment helped him train his skill with words.
Today was Ning Zhuo's big day, and with Ye Qingming initiating provocation, Ning Zhuo naturally showed strength.
Ye Qingming's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Ning Zhuo, thinking to herself: "This boy hasn't even joined the Myriad Images Sect yet, isn't even an ally of our sect, and he's already so aggressive, his sharpness is truly ignorant of the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth!"
On the surface, Ye Qingming smiled faintly: "If I were Daoist Fellow Ning Zhuo, with such a huge debt, I would surely lose my appetite and sleep. Yet, you are making a big fuss, establishing alliances and strongholds, and even going around making enemies, truly a display of unrivaled courage."
