Zhang Bingchun froze, clearly not expecting an ordinary Outer Gate disciple to dare speak to him that way.
Although this young master of the Zhang Family looked somewhat aloof, he actually treated the other disciples quite amiably. So while ordinary disciples showed him respect on the surface, they were not particularly afraid of him deep down.
Zhang Xiang was clearly one such person. His surname had not originally been Zhang; he was a distant relative with a different surname, connected by a kinship stretched over eight thousand miles.
However, his elder was rather resourceful and had forcibly squeezed him into the Zhang Family, even changing his surname, as though bearing that name alone could put him a cut above everyone else.
But in truth, the Zhang Family still treated Zhang Xiang as nothing more than an ordinary disciple.
Over time, Zhang Xiang naturally sensed the Zhang Family's indifference toward him.
With the elders treating him neither warmly nor coldly, Zhang Xiang tried to build good relationships with a few direct-line descendants his own age. But every one of those descendants was terribly proud. Why would they bother with him?
Besides, the Zhang Family had far too many distant relatives of his standing. Pick any few at random, and they would all be more talented than he was.
And so Zhang Xiang soon disappeared into the crowd of Zhang Family disciples.
Still, however resentful Zhang Xiang felt, he had no intention of leaving the Zhang Family.
After enjoying the Zhang Family's wealth and splendor, how could he possibly be willing to return to his former home, which was little better than a dog kennel?
And so, in this Zhang Family where no one valued him and he had few friends, Zhang Xiang grew unchecked like a wild weed.
Perhaps because he