"Have you noticed something else?"
The discussions continued.
"The Island Master's changes only started recently. She was never like this before."
"Yeah, and she hardly ever showed herself before. Even during all those previous poison trials, she never came."
"That's right. Anyway, she's been acting strange ever since recently."
"Hmph!"
Not far away, Zhang Zishan let out a scornful laugh.
Why had Night Owl only begun changing recently?
Because Zhang Zishan had only come to the island recently!
For some reason, hearing the Poison Masters on the island chattering away filled Zhang Zishan with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
And they were already this surprised? Heh. There would be even more moments ahead that would make their jaws hit the floor.
Especially when he imagined Night Owl nestling sweetly in his arms, the two of them appearing before these people as a pair—the feeling, the gazes of the crowd...
Zhang Zishan narrowed his eyes, feeling as though he was about to float into the sky.
Smack.
A slap suddenly landed across his face.
He opened his eyes, ready to fly into a rage, only to find his father glaring at him with a grim expression.
"You brat, what are you daydreaming about? Don't tell me you've got ideas about the Island Master?"
"I'm warning you, you little beast. Don't even think about it, or you won't even know how you died."
Zhang Chong knew his good-for-nothing son inside out.
This had always been a thorn in his heart. He had spent too much time on poison arts and failed to properly discipline his son.
The moment he heard that, Zhang Zishan grew anxious.
"Hmph, Father, what kind of talk is that? Do you look down on your son that much?"
"And besides, it isn't that I have ideas about her.