This pedantic scholar was none other than Zhao Ziyue!
Back then, Xu Changqing, Hu Bugui, and Zhao Ziyue had all muddled through their days together at the Dongting Immortal Sect.
Later, the Hundred Dragons' Procession descended, and Zhao Ziyue was taken away, vanishing without a trace ever since.
They had thought they would never meet again in this lifetime, yet they had unexpectedly run into each other in the depths of the Sea of Chaos.
Moreover, from the discussions around them, it was clear that this fellow's status was anything but ordinary. He was actually the Lord of the Ruins' agent.
The corners of Xu Changqing's mouth lifted slightly. Not only did he fail to retreat like everyone else, he instead drove the Thunder Nether Yin Dragon Ship straight toward him.
The hundred-zhang colossal ship cleaved through the chaotic mist. Purple lightning crackled around the Thunder Dragon head at its prow, creating an utterly absurd contrast with that shabby little skiff.
When the two ships were less than ten zhang apart, Xu Changqing stood at the prow and looked down at Zhao Ziyue, who was still fishing with complete focus. He teased, "With your fishing skills, you still won't catch a single fish even after ten thousand years."
The moment those words fell, the expressions of the several hundred cultivators around them changed instantly.
"He's gone mad?"
"He actually dares speak to the Lord of the Ruins' agent like that?"
"Even if he's Northern Dipper's direct disciple, this is too..."
"Back off! Don't get dragged into this!"
Amid the deathly silence, Zhao Ziyue's hand visibly trembled.
Not from anger, but from shock.
There truly were not many people in the entire Sea of Chaos who dared speak to him in that tone.
And why did that voice sound so familiar?