"It was my master who told me not to provoke you. Hu Jiao, that idiot, messed things up and got me involved too. I was wondering how Bai Yinman managed to get Taoist Zhang to back her up. You must have been playing the role of military adviser by Bai Yinman's side."
Wang Heyin was insulting me gleefully when, unexpectedly, the tip of a sharp Bronze Sword was pressed against his forehead. As he looked up, he saw Zhang Zidao's stern and fearsome face.
Zhang Zidao spoke slowly and clearly,
"Do you have someone else backing you? Who is it? Confess honestly, or the Old Taoist Priest here will obliterate your physical and spiritual existence today."
Wang Heyin let out a cold laugh, "You really think you're some sort of ancestral figure in the Taoist Sect? Ten of you couldn't handle my master. He's three hundred years your senior. If you knew who he is, not only would you have to apologize to me, but you'd also personally have to help me restore the essence you destroyed."
