He leaped into the air, transforming into a wisp of smoke and flew out beyond the Heavenly Tower, landing atop the high cliff. With his hands clasped behind his back, he lifted his head to gaze toward Zhang Yan, and shouted loudly, "Zhang Yan, you are also a True Disciple. Why do you lack the courage to test your elixir power? Could it be that you are timid? Is your entire lineage of master and disciple all just like you, hiding their heads and avoiding their tails? I stand here today. Do you dare to come down and compete with me?"
Zheng Hongtu's gaze flickered; then he chuckled lightly, turned around, and spoke warmly to Zhang Yan, "Nephew Zhang, pay no heed to his words. That is my grandnephew, Zheng Ying. He has always been arrogant and unruly. You don't need to bother with him."
Zhang Yan merely smiled faintly and replied, "Since this Brother Zheng wishes to compete with me in elixir power, I would feel remiss in dampening his excitement."
"Oh?"
