Zhong Xiang was observing the scenery within the protective barrier through the mottled gaps in the branches and leaves. At this moment, he sensed Liu Lin casting a glance his way, causing his brows to furrow. The feeling of being morally coerced was truly unpleasant, yet as a junior of the Confucian school, he could not say anything defiant in this seniority-ranking gathering.
Sure enough, as Liu Lin's words ended, the young man with a donkey's head on the other side spoke up, "I've heard that Young Master Zhong Xiang can contend with the Yang God. Even when Yang God experts confront Young Master Zhong Xiang, they gain no advantage. Perhaps it would be best to trouble Young Master Zhong Xiang."
"Well said. Young Master Zhong Xiang holds the Qilin's Heart, so much so that even a Yang God True Man would be wary. This mere protective light shield, how could it possibly be a challenge for Young Master Zhong Xiang?" Zhang Xiaohua chimed in supportively.
