To Ding Fen, fresh playthings were only ever entertaining for a while, because he soon grew sick of them.
Right now, for instance, a trace of disgust had already crept onto his face.
"The same few moves over and over. Didn't your Zhang Family teach you anything more impressive?"
The two gritted their teeth, both feeling humiliated.
Everyone knew that aristocratic clans often reserved their higher-level cultivation methods for personal disciples. Other disciples had no right to learn them.
The two Zhang Family disciples readily concluded that Ding Fen was using this to mock their standing.
That said, both had indeed been adopted and raised by the Zhang Family. Since they had some talent, the family had treated them fairly well. But their treatment was still different from Zhang Bingchun's.
They felt no resentment over that. After all, the Zhang Family had operated this way for countless millennia, so there was little point in quibbling over it.
Yet sometimes, there were things they understood perfectly well themselves but did not want others to drag out into the open.
They were all cultivators, after all. Even if a gulf existed between them, who would willingly admit to being beneath someone else?
So to their ears, he was deliberately mocking them.
But how could a shameless demon like Ding Fen care about anyone else's feelings? When the two said nothing and simply kept attacking, he suddenly found it all terribly dull.
A lazy, casual smile curled his lips. "Why don't I show you something new?"
With that, he abandoned his purely defensive stance, and a mass of flowing water suddenly appeared in his palm.
He casually formed two hand seals, and the water began changing shape. Before long, a Water Dragon formed in his palm.
Both their expressions changed at once, and