A faint flash of anger crossed Zhang Zixuan's eyes. As a prodigal son, this was the first time he had felt such contempt.
Seeing this, Xu Qianzhui said softly, "The position I stand in is indeed higher than yours, and my strength is greater too..."
"So you're toying with the Common People?"
Xu Qianzhui was interrupted again, while Zhang Zixuan's aura steadily grew stronger.
Looking at Zhang Zixuan, Xu Qianzhui sighed softly. "I am a scholar. Naturally, I would not do something like toying with the Common People."
"If you still can't speak calmly, I'll pull out your teeth."
"To be honest, I've put up with you for a long time."
As soon as those words fell, silence descended between them.
Three breaths later, Zhang Zixuan immediately rose with a smile. "Just a joke. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
"Please, sit!"
"From the moment I saw Qianzhui Brother, I knew you were no ordinary man."
Faced with Zhang Zixuan's completely different attitude, Xu Qianzhui slowly took his seat.
"The people you saw tonight are all peerless prodigies of this world."
"Our purpose in coming here is simple: Mortal World Heart Refinement."
"But these past three months of experience have left me deeply puzzled."
"You may seem like a prodigal son, yet you see matters very clearly in your heart. So there are some questions I want to ask you."
"Qianzhui Brother, please, ask away!"
Hearing this, Xu Qianzhui thought for a moment before saying, "Your feelings for Murong Xing Shuang came from the bottom of your heart. I can sense that."
"Now that you have lost the woman you loved, yet you have not become what I imagined you would."
"I truly want to know how you convinced yourself to accept such pain."
Hearing the question, Zhang Zixuan