"Swaggering in iron armor amidst the mortal world, Peisan Monarch, haha! Interesting." After listening to Mei Simiao's explanation, Pei Yan murmured this title softly several times and couldn't help but chuckle. This title sounded much better than "Mechanical Tiger" or "Prince Pei." Knowing his new title, Pei Yan felt a bit pleased and prideful, his smile growing brighter and more evident.
Zhangsun Zhize was currently very angry; he didn't understand which of his words had caused Pei Yan to laugh so much. Pei Yan's slightly self-satisfied foolish smile naturally seemed to Zhangsun Zhize as disdain and contempt directed at him.
"Fellow Daoist Pei, did you find my words amusing?" Zhangsun Zhize suppressed his anger and asked sharply.
"Not funny, I'm just quite happy after hearing them." As Pei Yan spoke, he gradually restrained his smile, looked up at Zhangsun Zhize, who was on the verge of an outburst, and smiled slightly: "Elder, your temper seems quite fiery!"
