Ying Zheng calmly set down his wine cup and smiled faintly.
"The Human Race gives me my confidence."
After a pause, he looked at Emperor Gouchen with a half-smile and said leisurely,
"Speaking of which, my memory of you, Emperor, is still quite fresh. The sight of my adoptive ancestor lashing you nine thousand times remains vivid in my mind... After this banquet, must you return to the Underworld for more punishment?"
Ying Zheng's merciless taunt tore open Gouchen's old wounds. The complexions of the assembled Immortal Gods changed, but they pretended not to have heard.
But Gouchen God's expression sank abruptly. A flicker of killing intent flashed and vanished, but he quickly suppressed it.
After a long moment, Gouchen chuckled.
"Forget it. I'll leave it to the Queen Mother to explain."
The Queen Mother smiled and nodded at Gouchen. Then, her expression cooled as she looked down at Ying Zheng from her high position.
