Seeing the smiles freeze on the Three Xiao Sisters' faces, Zhao Gongming felt increasingly smug.
He shot the Three Xiao Sisters an utterly self-satisfied look.
His whole demeanor practically demanded, Go on, praise me.
"Thump!"
A low, muffled impact suddenly rang out.
A palm conjured from magical power abruptly struck Zhao Gongming, slamming him straight into the ground with a thud.
He lay there dazed and disoriented, stars swimming before his eyes.
Even now, Zhao Gongming's mind was still muddled.
What was going on?
I hadn't said anything!
Why had I been taught a lesson?
Meanwhile, the Three Xiao Sisters were still standing there perfectly fine, as though nothing had happened.
Unfair!
This was utterly unfair!!!
Zhao Gongming screamed frantically in his heart, but he could not utter a single word. He opened his mouth and struggled to speak for ages, yet not a sound emerged.
By now, Zhao Gongming understood.
His current predicament clearly meant that Daochen did not want him to speak.
Favoritism!
This was blatant favoritism!!
He, Zhao Gongming, had not said a word, yet he had taken a beating. Meanwhile, the Three Xiao Sisters had tried to flatter a horse only to pat its hoof, yet escaped completely unscathed.
If that wasn't favoritism, what was?
Still, although those thoughts ran through his mind,
Zhao Gongming did not truly take any offense.
With Daochen's cultivation, if he genuinely wanted to punish him, never mind a slap-even a breath would have given Zhao Gongming more than he could stomach.
Since that was the case, what did he have to resent?
Did you really think I, Zhao Gongming, was that Yuanshi?
Already a Sage, yet still so petty and stingy.
Seeing Zhao Gongming suffer, the Three Xiao Sisters stood nearby, suppressing their laughter.
Several thousand years had passed since