It could only be said that lies might hurt people, but trash talk was a sharp blade too.
Especially when trash talk struck at the truth...
"Bitch," "outsider," "traitor," "clown"—from beginning to end, Ye Zhun's insults toward his teacher had never stopped. The hatred in them ran even deeper than what he felt for Ji Jue, that stumbling block.
Ji Jue did not react at all. It was nothing more than a life and death struggle. If being called a bastard nobody wanted by someone else could make him fly into a rage, he would have died long ago. The ledger was right there—did he not know how to keep accounts?
But Ye Zhun's reaction was far too intense. Especially whenever Ye Xian's achievements were involved, that malice became increasingly obvious, so strong that even the contempt born of the divide between legitimate and illegitimate lines, between master and servant, could not explain it.
His opponent's reaction at this moment only confirmed Ji Jue's suspicion.
Before he could even ask, "Don't tell me you're jealous?" Ye Zhun had already panicked... his defenses completely shattered, furious and flustered.
But panic was useless. No amount of panic could change everything Ye Xian had achieved after leaving the Ye Family, nor could it change reality!
Without the main line's approval or rewards, she had still carved out a brand-new path uniquely her own—a path of reform where she did not have to kneel like a slave and kowtow, but could instead overturn the main line's lofty dignity and sever the Swordsmith inheritance!
There was only one clown. Who it was, he would not say.
At that moment, Ji Jue threw back his head and laughed, mocking him with cold eyes.
He glanced toward the Light of Destruction descending from the sky. Endless lightning