Zhang Jingbi wore a sapphire-blue long-fronted robe, an ivory crown, a jade pendant, and soft boots. In Kongtong, where the ancient Daoist air ran deep, his attire was indeed excessively meticulous and refined. Not only did a bright red peace knot hang from his sword, but when he angrily raised his sleeve, a string of beads on a red cord showed at his wrist.
While the four in front had been talking, the youth had stood awkwardly to one side, his face taut as he gazed at the distant mountains. Now a single sneering remark immediately stabbed a sensitive spot. Zhang Jingbi swung his arm and stepped forward. "Who are you talking about?!"
Yan Caiyue stepped back with a low laugh. "Careful. Don't get that rouge scent on me. Whoever gets worked up is naturally the one I mean."
Zhang Jingbi's face instantly flushed red. "I came first in the Three-Peak Sword Assembly! I belong here! Whose reflected glory am I basking in?"
Yan Caiyue threw his head back and laughed. "You actually have the nerve to mention that-seventeen disciples in this generation across three barren peaks, and six of them still wear children's topknots. Your mother arranged a sword assembly like that for you, and she really wasn't afraid of becoming the other peaks' laughingstock."
"Then why didn't you dare come when your Immortal Bridge Peak was invited?!"
"You have to invite us first."
"My mother told me herself that she invited you! You were the one who wouldn't come!"
Yan Caiyue chuckled. "If she hadn't lied to you, I really would have gone."
"So what if you had come?! I-" Zhang Jingbi shouted, only for the words to stop dead on his lips. He drew a deep, heavy breath and gritted his teeth. "... All you can do