Upon hearing Yu Xinghuo praise Shen Qiang's strength, Zong Zijin's mood turned inexplicably sour, igniting a fire in his heart.
"Haha, yes, Shen Qiang is impressive, awesome, remarkable, but you, old man, before giving me advice, deal with your own problems first. Did you beat Shen Qiang? Is your eye power better than his? You lost to him completely, and here you are playing the senior card with me. Who cares about you?"
Zong Zijin's words made Yu Xinghuo's face look a bit unpleasant, but being one of the Four Young Elixir Masters, he had some self-restraint. He glanced at the intentionally provocative Zong Zijin, flicked his sleeve, and walked away, leaving just one sentence.
"In the path of elixir pills, no young generation surpasses Shen Qiang. In the future, the cultivation world is destined to be his domain. If you want to oppose him, haha, you're overthinking, young man."
Having said this, Yu Xinghuo left indifferently and gracefully, paying no heed to Zong Zijin.
