Zhao Yongxiu's old face grew even gloomier when he didn't hear a reply from Fang Hong.
A mere Core Formation Stage junior actually dared to despise him like this?
If Lin Yi hadn't been present, he probably would have erupted and torn Fang Hong to pieces.
Fang Hong's expression was calm. He felt a chilling coldness and knew without guessing that it must have been emitted by Zhao Yongxiu.
Fang Hong wasn't overly worried; as long as he successfully advanced to Nascent Soul, offending Zhao Yongxiu was nothing.
At this moment, Fang Hong felt another strange gaze. He looked up and saw that the Level 8 Golden-winged Bird was also staring at him with ill intent.
Fang Hong smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed this Golden-winged Bird hadn't been able to eat him in the desert and had been holding a grudge.
Another day passed, and space rippled again. The transmission light reappeared, and three more figures were sent into the great hall.
