Li Mu Yang was utterly helpless. Looking at Yan Xiangma's brazenly smiling face, he said, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. How do you know I'm sure to lose?"
"Not only do I know you'll lose—the whole of Tiandu knows you'll lose." Yan Xiangma blinked and said, "There's something you definitely don't know, right?"
"There are plenty of things I don't know. Which one are you talking about?"
Yan Xiangma froze, then said angrily, "Could you not answer so brilliantly that there's no way to argue with you? You're so outstanding that it makes me feel your death would be Heaven ridding the people of a menace—at the very least, ridding me of one."
"Just tell me. What is it that I don't know?" Li Mu Yang urged.
"What's been the hottest topic in Tiandu City lately? Naturally, it's you and the Old Immortal of Still Water Sword Hall—"
"Don't call him the Old Immortal." Li Mu Yang cut him off angrily. "Call him the Old Immortal again and I'll break off our friendship. What kind of Old Immortal is he? What Old Immortal lives for several hundred years only to jump out and bully a child? His mind is so vicious and his conduct so despicable—what kind of god is he supposed to be? If he's the Old Immortal, then I'm—"
Li Mu Yang vented his anger furiously. He had done something so despicable, yet the people of Tiandu still respectfully called him the Old Immortal.
He was the victim, the aggrieved little darling. His life would be gone tomorrow, yet how did the people of Tiandu address him?
Young Master Peach Blossom?
Well, that title was actually pretty good. Li Mu Yang liked it very much.
"Then call him the Old Monster," Yan Xiangma said. "If you're