Lingyun Hall's words made Zhou You's blood and qi churn in his chest, and anger flared within him.
What kind of man was he, Zhou Daqian? Nanchen Prefectural Lord, governor of Qingchu Prefecture, head of the Zhou Clan Western Sect, and one of the pivotal figures in this imperial selection of Sealed Lords.
He had just defeated Dongfang Da Qian. His next step was to push Lian Feihong into power.
A figure like him would be regarded highly by the Heavenly Sects both inside and outside the capital, yet this man had called him a puppet with strings attached.
Even if a Half-Sage stood before him, such an assessment was far too belittling.
Then something stirred in his heart. His fist art began to circulate, and he caught hold of a crucial point in those words. In the other party's eyes, there was not only the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword behind him, but other forces pulling the strings as well?
Hmm, it probably wasn't North Town or North Ge. Then who could it be?
Zhou You smiled mildly. "A senior who lives hidden behind the curtain and manipulates strange, treacherous affairs naturally judges others by his own measure."
"I, Zhou Daqian, am open and upright. I have no patron or background to speak of. Even if you wish to see one, I cannot conjure one up for you."
His tone was neither servile nor overbearing. He showed no cowardice merely because the other man was a Half-Sage.
Lingyun Hall said cheerfully, "I was in the wrong. I have lived in seclusion for too many years, and my prestige has been worn away. The world has long recognized my great name, yet now even a junior dares to disregard me."
"Zhou Daqian, on the razor's edge between life and death, do