Who would have thought that just moments ago, on the plaza before the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall, Xue Beng had finally seen Wang Zhao in person—the man who had driven him mad with jealousy on countless nights.
His dazzling silver hair fell loosely around him, and he stood tall and straight. He truly was as peerlessly handsome as the rumors claimed, like a god descended to earth, an immortal cast into the mortal world.
He shone brilliantly, like the blazing sun and the pure moon, illuminating Xue Beng's filthy heart until it was nowhere to hide, like a sewer rat. All its ugliness and corruption were laid bare in the open, like the respectable women whose clothes Xue Beng had once violently torn away.
Xue Beng grew even more timid, yet perhaps when darkness reached its extreme, it gave rise to light. The emotions buried deep within his heart for so long suddenly erupted.
At that moment, Xue Beng was driven by both impulse and reason. He thought that, as a dignified Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, no matter how much trouble he caused, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family would protect him. Could Wang Zhao really cripple him over it?
Besides, if he provoked the Dragon King Hall Lord in a way that made him seem utterly clueless in the eyes of outsiders, then given Wang Zhao's current reputation, his trashy persona would surely be displayed at its peak. That would make him even safer.
Fine, Xue Beng admitted it. After thinking so much, none of those reasons were truly important. The real reason he was provoking Wang Zhao now was the resentment he felt toward his own fate, the jealousy he felt toward this Peerless Prodigy, and his desire to vent it all.
Otherwise, his