Snow Mountain City, inside a luxurious residence.
Di Tian sat imposingly in the seat of honor, with Thunder Ancestor, Nan Haiyun, and Wu Hao seated beside him.
All of them smiled as they looked toward the entrance.
"Hmph!"
After much difficulty, Zhao Wuji finally shook off Sun Wuliu and strode inside. The moment he saw Di Tian above him, he snorted coldly.
One look at their smug grins told him they had already seen what had happened just now.
Alas, his lifetime's reputation had been utterly ruined.
Damn Xiao Erniu. When I reincarnate next time, I'll definitely be reborn into the Snow Mountain Kingdom's royal family.
Uh, forget it. Being reborn into a wealthy family would do.
Zhao Wuji suddenly remembered that three hundred years had already passed. The throne of the Snow Mountain Kingdom had long since passed to Xiao Yun's younger brother. If he were reincarnated there, wouldn't he have to call Xiao Erniu uncle?
That wouldn't do.
Zhao Wuji shook his head, casually found a seat, and plopped down before sizing up the people in front of him.
That old scheming bastard Di Tian had vigorous blood energy, and his physical body was comparable to a Quasi-Emperor's. Not bad.
Wu Hao was decent too, with a physical body at the Quasi-Emperor level as well.
Nan Haiyun and Thunder Ancestor were a little lacking, merely Great Saints. What a pair of trashy good-for-nothings.
"Hey, brat Zhao, what kind of look is that? Why are you shaking your head when you see us?" Thunder Ancestor pointed at Zhao Wuji and berated him.
Nan Haiyun also glared furiously at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji curled his lips. "Three hundred years have passed, and you're only Great Saints? That's way too pathetic."
"Damn you, do you think we had luck as good