Zhao Yuan's words were like a warrior's taunt, instantly drawing all the fire onto himself.
Mage Zhang's brow twitched, a vicious glint in his eyes. He said coldly, "Where did this little brat come from, daring to bark at me like a dog? Aren't you afraid of angering the Divine Spirits and being punished for your blasphemy?"
The villagers of Xiaqiao Village also started to voice their objections.
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know what you're talking about!"
"We've seen Mage Zhang's skills with our own eyes! How could he be a fraud?"
"Yeah, that's right! We saw the Evil Ghosts with our own eyes, and we saw Mage Zhang catch and burn the Ghosts for us! How could he possibly be a fraud?"
