"Second Martial Uncle, let's go!"
Jiang Xiaobai supported Yu Yangzi as they left the Mind Cultivation Residence. The arrogance of Yuntian Palace lingered in his mind.
"Hmph, Yuntian Palace, oh Yuntian Palace, you'll pay the price for this eventually!" Jiang Xiaobai thought.
The Blood Monk complained, "I told you long ago, and you refused to believe me. Now look at you, not only did you get humiliated, but the cow-nosed one got injured."
"My injury doesn't matter," Yu Yangzi said. "Xiu Yuan didn't truly intend to kill me. If he had, I'd be dead by now. My injury doesn't matter."
With that, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"You say it doesn't matter! Only if he's beaten you to death with a palm, then it would matter, right?" The Blood Monk said, "I hate you righteous sect folks the most because you're all so hypocritical. Cow-nosed one, if you had the ability, I believe you'd definitely give Xiu Yuan a good beating, wouldn't you?"
"That's your thought," Yu Yangzi replied.
