On the surface, Qiao Yong's words sounded humble.
But the underlying meaning was a backhanded jab, implying that people like Xu Yang were only stronger because they had a few years' head start in cultivation.
Xu Yang didn't like to argue. He preferred to kill his opponents when the opportunity arose, so he couldn't be bothered to engage with Qiao Yong.
Zhang Yong snorted. "Cut the snarky comments."
Ma Yong and the others' expressions shifted. They hadn't expected Qiao Yong to twist their words into a backhanded remark aimed at senior disciples like Xu Yang and Zhang Yong.
Of course, the main target was still Xu Yang, because Xu Yang had slighted Qiao Yong before.
Qiao Yong's gaze swept over Zhang Yong, and he said lightly, "Zhang Yong, is it? I'll remember you."
