Before Shangyang City, Jia Sanyuan was standing atop a cluster of multicolored, auspicious clouds with his handsome, jade-like face, looking like a descended immortal man. His grace and elegance could be said to be otherworldly–enough to make any mortal woman or genuine immortal produce romantic thoughts upon just one glance.
Yet, when this fellow opened his mouth, it was filled with venomous speech, and most who heard it would likely be shamed to death.
Unfortunately, the person subjected to this verbal poison was none other than Ying Qingdi.
He had campaigned across several provinces, vowed to revolt and rebel; mere words could not possibly shake his determination.
After listening, he even took it as praise and sneered in response,
