Damn it! This trip to Chao Wendao Heavenly Palace couldn't have been for nothing, could it?
Zhongli Yan opened his eyes, huffing steam like a furnace, a bellyful of fire churning within him.
Original Heavenly God had secured the revered seat of The Present World, nine Immortal Palaces had reappeared, Wang Horseface had attained True Insight, Old Wanxiang had achieved Dao Derivation, and a whole pack of little runts had gone up to the Heavenly Palace to show off...
Only Lord Zhongli had gotten nothing good out of it. He'd been locked up for three whole days for nothing!
Most hateful of all were, of course, the people of Jing Kingdom. How dare they put Lord Zhongli in confinement? Did they know how precious three days were to the master of Offering Valley, Great Chu's foremost Prodigy? More hateful still, they hadn't locked up the other Great Void Pavilion members.
Wasn't that helping Dou Xiao'er trip him up, giving Dou Xiao'er a chance to catch up?
Second most hateful was that little Jiang brat. Sitting high in the Heavenly Palace, preaching the Dao to all the heavens, hogging all the glory.
He had even put aside past grievances and humbly asked for instruction—yet what kind of answer had that bastard given him? Who didn't know that the pinnacle could beat True Insight? Did you need little Jiang to tell you that? If you don't know anything, don't go copying others by giving lectures!
And lastly, that little brat from Qi State. No filter on his mouth, no sense of seniority or propriety, not a shred of respect for others.
Detestable!
These were the three great detestables of this Chao Wendao Heavenly Palace trip!
Zhongli Yan stewed and fumed over it in his heart for several hours, then flipped himself upright.