An Ruoxing mocked: "So, over the years, the Blood Evil Sect has helped you a lot?"
"...not at all! They don't even regard me."
The Yin Shen Palace's face was like still water, heart gloomy, feeling a breath stuck in his stomach, neither able to spit it out nor swallow it down.
An Ruoxing laughed heartily, full of sarcasm: "So you sacrificed everything for the position of Sect Hierarch, just to be a dog for those who look down on you? Usually, with no benefits for you, but when they need help, they find you?"
The Yin Shen Palace took a deep breath: "Yes!"
"..."
An Ruoxing was stunned.
He had thought that the Yin Shen Palace would deny it.
Because although he spoke sharply, he believed that those from the same Sect couldn't treat the Yin Shen Palace too poorly?
Yet, he didn't expect he was right. The Yin Shen Palace admitted it!
The Yin Shen Palace wouldn't lie to him — on this point, An Ruoxing was confident.
"Then why do you bother?"
