Yan Nan generally did not mock people, but once she did, it was truly more than ordinary people could bear.
She spoke in a strange, sarcastic tone. "How mighty you two are now! One cough makes the capital tremble, one glare throws headquarters into a panic; your killing intent runs rampant for ten thousand miles, leaving no one unashamed; merely mentioning your names makes children stop crying!"
"Arrogant and domineering without limit, swaggering and throwing your weight around at every turn! You go out in a palanquin as if you don't know how to walk, lie down even when talking to people without moving a finger, keep your eyes fixed on the back of your heads, and point your nostrils at the Ninth Heaven. Your airs reach the skies, and your procession practically takes flight... What's the matter? With you two so damn impressive, you still need your subordinates to work? Tsk, tsk. Not bad, not bad."
Sun Wutian's ten-thousand-year-old hide actually turned red from her words.
"That was all the Night Demon's doing. What does it have to do with me?"
"Doesn't the Night Demon still act according to your wishes?"
Yan Nan cursed, "You two have the faces of nouveau riche now. Do you know what that's called? It's called a petty man finally gaining power! It's called a pauper suddenly becoming rich! It's called having short-sightedness! Your belly is full of straw, Sun Wutian, and you couldn't even educate a child properly! As the saying goes, follow a good person and you learn to do good; follow an official and you learn to be an official; follow a fisherman and you learn to sail a boat. Truly words of supreme wisdom. The Night Demon followed you, Sun Wutian, and sure enough, became a straw-brained butcher and executioner!"